Archive | May, 2012

PRP Take 2: Something’s Afoot

15 May

I hope you like that little play on words there.  I’m pretty pleased with myself for that one.

Anyhow, ho hum, I went and got my foot stabbed again yesterday.  Good times.  The entire experience was and is very different from last time, which of course I’m hoping means that the outcome will be different (read BETTER) than last time.  The outcome last time, you remember, was… er… no outcome.

So why did I decide to do it again?  I was aware from the get-go that the injections commonly happen in multiples, though I obviously really hoped that wouldn’t be the case for me.  However, when I went to see my doc about 5 weeks post-injection, he showed me on the ultrasound where my plantar fascia objectively looked better (re-inflamed, as opposed to degenerated) and thus thought I could benefit from a second injection.  Listen, I’m still not sold on this procedure being a “cure,” but given that I’ve tried pretty much everything else one is supposed to try for plantar fasciitis, I figured I did the first damn injection, I may as well carry on with the second.  (Again, with the hefty price tag of $630 and the added angst and stress– delightful!)

Anyway… like I said, this time was different.  First of all, instead of taking the day off, I went to work and left around 4:30 for my 5:00 appointment.  T met me at my office and we subway-ed it to the point of no return doctor’s office.  I thought I would feel less anxious this time around, seeing as how I knew what was going to happen this time.  But that was not the case.

This was evidenced when I nearly keeled over as the PA was drawing my blood.  No, I definitely didn’t turn ash-white, sweat profusely, and feel like I was going to faint/vomit, to the point where the PA had to withdraw the needle and T had to grab the trash can.  Not at all!

Taken directly after that little incident took place. When I saw the picture, I exclaimed, “why didn’t you tell me there was mascara all over my face?” to which T responded, “I was too busy GRABBING THE TRASHCAN FOR YOU.” Touche.

Good Lord.  That was humiliating.  I’ve always had a phobia of needles, but that has never happened before.  I had to drink some water and lie down a bit before the PA returned for a second try, which worked much better.

Then, I went and got the needle jabbed in my foot a bunch of times.  I don’t really know what the hell was going on down there because I was supine on the exam table and there was no way in hell I was going to let myself get even a glimpse of that sh*t.  But like last time, it was mildly painful and uncomfortable.

The doc stuck some Band-Aids on me, we each said thank you and we hoped never to see one another again, and then T and I were on our way to a place where I feel safe and happy.

Mmmm… beer…

I noticed right away that I wasn’t getting around nearly as easily as I had been the last time– my foot felt a lot more tender, and I was limping.  It felt good to sit down to this:

Bread. Olive Oil. Meat. CHEESE. Yes.

Oh and yeah, also this:

Victory Summer Love is DELICIOUS! Also, yes, I changed out of my “comfy injection clothes” and back into my work clothes. Said comfy injection clothes were soaked in sweat.

And it’s a good thing this guy was there!

Not only was he awesomely supportive in my time of need, but he was also crucial in getting me home because I LITERALLY COULD NOT WALK when I went to get up from the table.  My foot was so tender, I could hardly put any weight on it at all.  Some man gave us a weird look as I hobbled out, clinging to T, and asked if I needed a paramedic.

Anyhow, it took me more than twice as long as it normally does to get to the subway this morning, and I haven’t been able to walk normally at all yet.  My foot still feels very stiff and tender and it’s currently throbbing, so I have it propped up on my CPU.  This is a major difference from last time, since I basically felt pretty much normal immediately last time.  So, needless to say, I’m hoping this is a great sign that it’s working its magic!

Here’s hoping next time I write, it’s some good news.  I mean, IT’S ABOUT TIME, for real!



Spotted: Crazy, Fugly Runnergirl On A Murderous Rampage in Central Park

3 May

… or just me plodding through the park with a combination of happiness to be running and frustration that a 4 miler could feel so damn difficult.


I ran a 4 mile race in Central Park 2 Sundays ago.  I finished in just under 32 minutes, which was, meh, whatever.  Seeing as how I hadn’t run in over 3 months, my expectations were pretty damn low.  I was kind of pleasantly surprised at first, but then found myself pretty depressed because in all honesty, I should be able to run a 4 miler at better than an 8 min/mile pace, for Pete’s sake.  My PR marathon pace is really not THAT much slower than that.  Ugh.

I should also mention that hours after the 4 miler (during which, by the way, I didn’t really experience any foot pain) I found myself in IMMENSE pain, to the point where I could hardly walk.  That brought that particular weekend to a lovely conclusion, as I bawled about the fact after months of forgoing running, attempting to embrace spinning, buying all kinds of foam rollers and trigger point doohickeys and various shoe inserts, Physical Therapy, different doctor visits, scary injections, and other crapola, one 4 mile run put me right back where I was before I did all of that.  I just felt such a crushing emotional blow, like everything I had done — all the angst and stress and money– was a complete waste.  I spent the remainder of that Sunday holed up on my sectional couch eating food I’d ordered off of Seamless web and  and watching “Veep” and “Girls” on HBO.  (I did, however, manage to wait to watch Mad Men, since T was working and that’s our show.  And can I just say that MM has been effing awesome this season?!?!?)

Anyhow.  Since I’m a glutton for punishment, I did yet another 4 miler this past Sunday.  My time was better, (not that it really matters) and my foot hurt a lot less in the aftermath.  No idea why.  I also thought I’d share the photo described in the title of this post, because it’s too amazing not to.  Friends’ reactions have included the following.

Kim: OMG I can’t lie.  It’s bad.  HAHAHAHAHA.

Molly:  You are so beautiful.  But, uh, not in that pic.

Well, see for yourself, friends.


In other news, though I am far from embracing spinning, it turns out I’m decent at it.  All I had to do was decide to put my name up on the “torque board” and suddenly I started spinning my little heart out.  I start getting crazy competitive and trying to “win” as often as I can.  So I found myself on the Flywheel website a few days ago, idly clicking here and there, and I discovered that they list the top 10 men and women for each week at each studio and that I had landed in the top 10 women at the UES studio not once, but twice!  WHAT?

Take a wild guess which one is me

If you’re ever in a Flywheel class and you see “SweatyKT” on the torque board, come find me and say hi!  You’ll know it’s  me, ’cause I’ll be the sweatiest person in the class, men included.

And now for a quick foot update.  I saw the doc who did the injection this past Monday.  He looked at a sonogram of my foot and showed me where objectively it was looking better.  He is puzzled, however, as to why it is still hurting.  He also said that it’s a good sign that I’m even able to run 4 miles, but I’m finding it difficult to look at it that way since I’d like to be running a hell of a lot more than that, and without crazy-intense pain in the aftermath.  Anyhow… he had me go get an MRI to see if maybe there was some kind of issue on top of my PF that is causing this trouble.  He acknowledged that I’ve done pretty much everything I should be doing for my foot.  I got the MRI done yesterday and now I am waiting for the results…

Yesterday I had my final insurance-covered PT session and from here on out, if I want to go, it’s $100 a pop.  My PT also said that he is completely bamboozled as to why my foot is still hurting, given that I’ve done pretty much everything.  I guess it’s some consolation to have everyone in agreement that I’m doing everything I can(?)

I’ve started seriously considering accepting that my running days are over and attempting to find a new …. No!  F*ck it!  I’m not giving up!!!!  (That’s as far as I usually get with that thought.)

If anyone has any stories of glorious recovery from injuries to share, that would be swell.  Sweaty Emily‘s recovery from her broken foot is nothing short of legendary, but as my PT informed me– muscle and bone injuries are a lot easier to recover from than tendon injuries.  Sweet.  However, I want to reiterate that coming back from an injury by running a 3:08 marathon is just… wow.  I’d also be lying if I said I didn’t wish I’d broken my foot instead of getting freaking plantar fasciitis.

But life goes on, I’ll be running again… some day soon(????PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE) and at least I have horrifically, fantastically terrible photos of myself to keep me smiling…