So I went to the Dr. on Thursday - I'm ok, just a 3-month checkup to make sure I'm not snarfing down all the chocolate in Illinois and destroying my blood sugar levels. While I was there I asked about my ankle/heel/foot thingy, and Dr. Nick agreed it sure does sound like Achilles Tendonitis.
Then he look at my shoes.
Ruh roh, Reorge...
Apparently running amok in my bare feets at home, and wearing my cute and previously oh-so-comfortable ballet flats is somewhat taxing to one's Achilles tendon. Boo. Hiss. Phooey.
So! The solution, says Dr. Nick - is to go buy shoes!!! Buy shoes with heels - they don't need to be HIGH, just a bit of a heel to take some of the pressure off the tendon.
Whatta guy - a Dr. who gives you a prescription to go SHOES SHOPPING!!!!
Now, he did say to get a pair of tennies for at home - but that's just not likely to happen, as my feet don't like shoes at all at all at all at all, so when we are home and it's just me and the cats and the toes - the toes get to run amok naked. bleh.
In other news - someone's going to be rather upset when their dog gets home tonight.
Eau de Pepe LePew is in the air. I heard a dog making some rather upset noises, and now the delicate aroma of "skunk" is floating on the breeze.