After 3 years of foot pain and a tenative self-diagnosis, I finally went to the doctor. I am amazingly conservative with my patients and their health care and endlessly stubborn with my own. Soon, the list of things I couldn't do got longer and longer, (no running, hiking, walking a mere mile) affecting my life enough that I realized I had to change the situation. Another deciding factor to end the procrastination was getting on James' amazing insurance.
So far I've been through a primary care physician, a specialist/surgeon, a CT, and have a future repeat appointment with the specialist/surgeon. Gotta love the healthcare hoops HMOs make me jump through, but I can't complain too much as it's better than any insurance I've had in a long time.
Seems that my lateral seasmoid bone on my right foot is broken in half, with the CT report noting this is not a new fracture. On one hand, I am happy that my self-diagnosis was right all along. On the other, I am not excited for the surgery that accompanies this diagnosis and will likely put it off until summer. I guess in the meantime I'll hope for a short recovery time with a subsequent return to my love/hate relationship with jogging.
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