Confessions of a Wannabe Princess

Doctor, Doctor, Give Me the News!

Uh, no, I don't have a bad case of loving anyone! It just seems like the closer I get to 40, the more I start to fall apart. Let me start at the beginning. Last fall I was having some serious foot pain. I went to the local nurse practitioner, and the x-rays showed that I had a heel spur. Ouch! Over time the pain went away, but it came back in full force this spring. I finally went to a podiatrist last week and was diagnosed with plantar fasciitis. Isn't that lovely? That's what was causing the heel spurs. (Yep, spurs plural. Got two of 'em now. No, they don't jingle, jangle, jingle.) For the next month I get to wear my lovely new Nike running shoes. I have to wear running shoes because they have the most arch support and heel padding. (Oh yeah, I've got high arches too. I'm batting 1000!) No cute sandals, no pedicures--no one's gonna see my toesies. But hey, if this will help me recover faster, so be it. The doc said the whole recovery process could be about three to four months. Yikes!

Then last week I started with the "crud" again. You know the deal--head congestion, sneezing, cough, sore throat. Yesterday I was totally miserable, so this morning I knew a doctor's appointment was in order. Saw the local nurse practitioner again, and he hooked me up. I've got decongestants, cough medicine, nasal spray, and antibiotics. Better living through chemistry, I say! I also got a cortisone shot, and I made sure the nurse gave it to me in my left hip. Why? The left foot is the bad one!

My week hasn't been totally bad. I did go to a 12-hour crop at Scrappin' Buds on Saturday. It was the first time in a few months that Angela and I got to crop together. Yay! As always, it was a good time. Up top is a layout I did of me with Ange. The pic was taken during our stay in the French Quarter in May. I'm loving the 6x12 pages!

Have a great week!