My Left Foot

So how old do I feel right now? I had to see a podiatrist today. Yes, for the last eight months I've had an intense pain in my left heel and it won't go away. I'm not sure exactly what initially caused it, but I'm pretty sure it was these Michael Kors boots that I wore every day last winter:

They're cute, right? And they were actually comfortable, too, which is why I didn't expect them to ruin my feet. But I'm pretty sure they did.

Now, what would you expect to happen at the foot doctor? An examination? An X-Ray? That's what I expected. What I didn't expect was for the doctor pull out a two-inch needle and give me a shot in the foot, but that's what ended up happening.

A little background... I'm terrified of needles. TERRIFIED. Like I have a major phobia about them and have since I've been a little girl. (It all stems from having my tonsils out; a story for another time.) Because of this, I kinda freaked out upon seeing the needle, so the doctor called in an assistant to help me through the whole ordeal.

So a girl came in the room... she was young, nice... she stood next to me and let me hold her hands. I was a little relieved by her presence but still somewhat scared, so I buried my head in the crook of my arm which just happened to be resting over hers.

When the doctor began, I closed my eyes and held my breath. He told me it was going to be quick and painless but it sooooooo wasn't, so I'm completely tensed up and froze. The next thing you know, my mouth opened slightly and I began DROOLING on the girl's arm. Seriously. And the worst part of it was that I didn't wipe it off right away because the needle was still in my foot, so I was still afraid to move.

When the doctor (finally) finished, I apologized to the poor girl and wiped off her arm. She was really nice about everything and didn't seem too grossed out. (She works in a foot doctor's office, I'm sure she's experienced worse things than me drooling on her arm.)

Anyway, come to find out, I have a spur on my left heel or "plantar fasciitis." To correct it I have to get custom orthotics made. Thankfully my insurance covers them because they're like $400. I also have to sleep in a terrible contraption called a "night splint." If I wear these two things this thing should go away. For my sake and the sake of the poor girl's arm at the doctor's office, I hope it does.