Pardon me Sir, your Plantar Fasciitis is showing.

One tries and anticipate what might happen in the future fully expecting that certain things will occur connected to ageing. They even say that none of us will survive forever which has proven to be true, still many hope that life will go on its merry way. And if not merry, at least with worthwhile moments of enjoyment which the French call, joie de vivre. So far, I am proof of that and still jump jollily out of bed still alive and fleet footed.

My dear friend Bentley, the Tibetan spaniel will vouch for that when I accompany him for at least two walks daily which my iPhone tallies up at around 6 kilometers daily. In between I sample coffee and lately even let the devil take the hindmost and eat a cheese and bacon croissant.

But then, some three weeks ago I did not jump jauntily out of bed. I had a very bad pain in my left foot and when I touched base on the carpeted floor, I was most surprised. It was at the bottom of my heel which at the age I am at is a difficult area to inspect. It took a mirror on the floor to scrutinize but nothing looked broken or sore. I did not give it much attention and continued on with my breakfast of single banana, an apple and a cuppa tea.

Did the usual domestics of washing previous night’s dishes and a general tidy up. I noticed that it is a great idea to have a kind of discipline to divide the day in certain activities to keep enjoying life without sinking in feeling isolated living by oneself. Of course, if this oneself is amicable and generally friendly disposed then living on one’s own is not all that unsurmountable. Of course, the daily social intercourse at the café and people and dogs at dog parks help enormous as do the internet blogging friends

I went to see the doctor who suggested an Xray and ultrasound of my leg’s arteries. My left foot has always looked a bit different and years ago had injections for the veins. Nothing very dramatic showed up but I heard someone at my coffee group mention that it could be a spur inside the foot. It sounded spooky. I know that a family member had a case of a sore foot that dragged on for a long time. It called for further investigation and it was suggested I had Plantar Fasciitis. It sounded like an exotic dish from a Greek Island. It was not and it is the grim reality.

My life is reduced to rolling my foot over a bottle filled with water backwards and forwards, doing exercises on my toes and heel to strengthen calves and ankles. It is not the most exciting thing to do, and I am limping now.

Can you believe it? Any suggestions on what people do with that sort of strange thing it would be most appreciated.