Plantars Faciitis

I feel for you NH. BR, I am plagued with the high arch. I have had PF on and off for the last ten years. Everyone here has given good advice, esp. rest, stretch and ice. If I don't stretch my left foot in the morning, I hobble around for the first ten or so steps every morning and super arch support is a must for working out and lots of walking. Hope you are pain free soon!

Brace yourself--I'm about to start whining:

My foot had improved over time. I still had one little sore spot on the point of my heel in the back, not the bottom, that only hurts first thing in the morning. Feeling much better.

Today I went to fitness class, did 1 minute of jumping jacks and some other footwork--not terribly high impact, but some impact. Within ten minutes the PF hurt like it has never hurt before, and it usually doesn't hurt at all in athletic shoes. After 30 minutes, I couldn't use it normally without pain. By the end of the hour, I couldn't touch it to the ground without serious pain.

When I got home, I took the shoe off and it was visibly swollen between the arch and heel. Do any of you sufferers know if this is a PF symptom? It has never swollen before! (And I still can't puckin' walk. Tomorrow is going to be a picnic!)

Brace yourself--I'm about to start whining:

My foot had improved over time. I still had one little sore spot on the point of my heel in the back, not the bottom, that only hurts first thing in the morning. Feeling much better.

Today I went to fitness class, did 1 minute of jumping jacks and some other footwork--not terribly high impact, but some impact. Within ten minutes the PF hurt like it has never hurt before, and it usually doesn't hurt at all in athletic shoes. After 30 minutes, I couldn't use it normally without pain. By the end of the hour, I couldn't touch it to the ground without serious pain.

When I got home, I took the shoe off and it was visibly swollen between the arch and heel. Do any of you sufferers know if this is a PF symptom? It has never swollen before! (And I still can't puckin' walk. Tomorrow is going to be a picnic!)

I have never had swelling between arch and heel with my PF.

I have my first appointment at Hughston Clinic tomorrow to see what they recommend for my PF. It'll be interesting if they suggest something different.

What's really ticking me off is that all of the fashion magazines and catalogues are showing really high-heeled shoes. I'd last, like, 30 minutes in those before I'd be crawling on the floor. Guess I'll just look like a frump. Oh, a fat frump, according to Mr. Trespasser.

I have always had problems with Crocs because they are too wide in the toe box. When I need a Croc-type shoe I buy Quark instead: Quark Shoes - Free Shipping & Return Shipping - Shoebuy.com

They are not narrow, per se, but are quite a bit less "ducky" in the toe area, and seem to fit better overall -- they don't flop around.

I also like Okabashi flip flops and sandals for indoors or light activity: www.okabashi.com
They are lightweight and inexpensive.

My most comfortable shoes are the Puma Mostro Perf EXT at PUMA Online Store. They have a really high arch (as do I) and work great with my custom orthotics. Pretty unsexy though.

The only fashionable low-heeled shoes I found that I absolutely adore are these Lace & Pony Pump*-* Neiman Marcus. They are in the fall collection but sold out already in anything over an 8. They have a kitten heel, unlike all the other shoes that have 4-inch heels. Leopard and red are so big this season.

Brace yourself--I'm about to start whining:

My foot had improved over time. I still had one little sore spot on the point of my heel in the back, not the bottom, that only hurts first thing in the morning. Feeling much better.

Today I went to fitness class, did 1 minute of jumping jacks and some other footwork--not terribly high impact, but some impact. Within ten minutes the PF hurt like it has never hurt before, and it usually doesn't hurt at all in athletic shoes. After 30 minutes, I couldn't use it normally without pain. By the end of the hour, I couldn't touch it to the ground without serious pain.

When I got home, I took the shoe off and it was visibly swollen between the arch and heel. Do any of you sufferers know if this is a PF symptom? It has never swollen before! (And I still can't puckin' walk. Tomorrow is going to be a picnic!)

Ouch! Sounds like you tore it good. When my PF flared up I got my exercising by biking and swimming, continued this until it was ABSOLUTELY pain-free--now I'm walking on my treadmill -- never will go back to jogging, don't want to chance it AT ALL ever again.

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Ouch! Sounds like you tore it good. When my PF flared up I got my exercising by biking and swimming, continued this until it was ABSOLUTELY pain-free--now I'm walking on my treadmill -- never will go back to jogging, don't want to chance it AT ALL ever again.

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Crap. I didn't want this answer.

New question, now that I've googled it and have confirmed that my symptoms are consistent with a plantar fascial RUPTURE...

Try to sleep with the pain and fight to see a doctor in the morning, or go to the ER tonight?

New question, now that I've googled it and have confirmed that my symptoms are consistent with a plantar fascial RUPTURE...

Try to sleep with the pain and fight to see a doctor in the morning, or go to the ER tonight?

...this sound so painful. Do you have a doctor you see for this? If so, I'd try and wait until tomorrow. What does the google say to do? Bless your heart.

New question, now that I've googled it and have confirmed that my symptoms are consistent with a plantar fascial RUPTURE...

Try to sleep with the pain and fight to see a doctor in the morning, or go to the ER tonight?

The top 10 links don't say anything except to see your doctor ASAP. But it's after hours, and you are in pain. Personally, I am a wuss, and if I had swelling which is indicative of a rupture, I'd go to the ER. Of course, in our town that'd mean that you'd be out of there at about 5 AM.

Sorry.

New question, now that I've googled it and have confirmed that my symptoms are consistent with a plantar fascial RUPTURE...

Try to sleep with the pain and fight to see a doctor in the morning, or go to the ER tonight?

I'd bet if you visited the ER they'd have you sitting around for hours and hours and sometime around 4:30am, you'd end up with a couple happy pills (if you're lucky), a taped foot, a recommendation to see your doctor in the morning (which by this time would be about 3 hours hence) and a honking medical bill.

If it happened to me, I'd take some aspirin, stick some ice on my foot and down a half-pint of Jack. When I came too the next day, I'd attempt to get a doctor's appointment.

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I'd bet if you visited the ER they'd have you sitting around for hours and hours and sometime around 4:30am, you'd end up with a couple happy pills (if you're lucky), a taped foot, a recommendation to see your doctor in the morning (which by this time would be about 3 hours hence) and a honking medical bill.

If it happened to me, I'd take some aspirin, stick some ice on my foot and down a half-pint of Jack. When I came too the next day, I'd attempt to get a doctor's appointment.

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Holy cow. Were you following me or something?

I called the Blue Cross nurse line, and she told me to get myself to the ER. The pain and swelling keeps getting worse. I have this big ol' goose egg on the bottom of my foot.

They gave me a percocet, which took care of my headache, x-rayed my foot (a painful exercise in futility; my bones are slightly stronger than Wolverine's,) offered to tape my foot (I declined--I tried that at home and found that any pressure made it hurt worse,)wrote a prescription for Vicodin (which, based on the effectiveness of the percocet, I may not even have filled,) and told me to see a doctor.

I love that. I go to a hospital, and they tell me to see a doctor.

I'm going to get up and go to work in 3 hours, get my laptop, go to the infirmary at school and beg for some crutches, and then go sit on the podiatrist's doorstep and cry until they either see me or call the police.


But since I've bored you with my whining, I'll give you the fun part of the story, too: I was sitting there on the bed, feeling guilty for dragging my poor mother out of bed, when I heard a familiar voice. One of my former students is an ER nurse, and she was there. She is hilarious--she has NO inside voice. I'm surprised I didn't hear her in the parking lot. I called her name twice, but she couldn't hear me over her own voice. I sent her a text message and told her to get me a doctor, and she was at my bedside in about 30 seconds. (Turns out she didn't get the text--another nurse heard me calling her.) She went spoke to a doctor, and chatted with me and mom until he came over.

There are benefits to living in a tight-knit community!


Love you all--I'm going to ride my desk chair back to my bed and try to sleep for 2 hours.

So glad you didn't listen to me :roll:...at least you got drugs and a visit from along lost pal. How funny about riding your desk chair! I have been looking for a new desk chair and had decided ti must be on wheels, swivel and be old. Now that I mention it...that chair sounds like me on roller skates.

Keep us posted... get there early and moan loudly.

So sorry to hear this. Good luck.

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Holy cow. Were you following me or something?

I called the Blue Cross nurse line, and she told me to get myself to the ER. The pain and swelling keeps getting worse. I have this big ol' goose egg on the bottom of my foot.

They gave me a percocet, which took care of my headache, x-rayed my foot (a painful exercise in futility; my bones are slightly stronger than Wolverine's,) offered to tape my foot (I declined--I tried that at home and found that any pressure made it hurt worse,)wrote a prescription for Vicodin (which, based on the effectiveness of the percocet, I may not even have filled,) and told me to see a doctor.

I love that. I go to a hospital, and they tell me to see a doctor.

...years of experience have taught me that a pint of Jack is much, much easier and cheaper than any trip to the ER.

Good luck with your PF...in the future, if you must, find a cardio exercise that doesn't involve being on your feet <insert saucy innuendo here>

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Well, at least you got some pain relief, NoHall. My appointment for my PF is at 2 PM. Wish me luck! My right foot feels like it has a stress fracture. When they give me a pedicure at Crystal Nails, they can feel the lumps when they do the massage.

Hope you can get an appointment with the podiatrist ASAP!

So glad you didn't listen to me :roll:...at least you got drugs and a visit from along lost pal. How funny about riding your desk chair! I have been looking for a new desk chair and had decided ti must be on wheels, swivel and be old. Now that I mention it...that chair sounds like me on roller skates.

Keep us posted... get there early and moan loudly.

Mine is on wheels, swivels, is old, brown, and banged up. Sounds like a lot of people I know at the beach!

...years of experience have taught me that a pint of Jack is much, much easier and cheaper than any trip to the ER.

Good luck with your PF...in the future, if you must, find a cardio exercise that doesn't involve being on your feet <insert saucy innuendo here>

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Harrrr...! As for the good luck, it's cured. Read on...

Well, at least you got some pain relief, NoHall. My appointment for my PF is at 2 PM. Wish me luck! My right foot feels like it has a stress fracture. When they give me a pedicure at Crystal Nails, they can feel the lumps when they do the massage.

Hope you can get an appointment with the podiatrist ASAP!

You missed what I said--the percocet didn't help AT ALL. The pain is still excruciating. But there's more to this little story:

I woke up this morning and called the podiatrist, crying. Too bad, so sad--he couldn't see me until tomorrow. Seriously? Seriously. They told me to call another one 45 minutes south of here.

I didn't know what else to do, so I called the other one. The girl who answered the phone said the doctor couldn't see me until tomorrow, but wanted all my insurance information anyway. I assumed it was so she could squeeze me in, but after keeping me on the phone forever to get all that bullsheet, she told me I needed to take an Aleve for the pain until the doctor could see me. Seriously. I told her that percocet didn't help, and she argued with me about the Aleve. Seriously. I was so angry with her that I didn't quite know what to do. She will come back into this story a bit later, if I'm not to tired to tell it.

I called my mother in hysterics and nearly heaving from the pain, and we decided to hail with podiatrists, I was going to call one of my orthopedic friends. Mom knew the office manager at his office, so I was able to bypass the desk people and cry directly to the higher ups. I got an appointment.

After going by school to pick up crutches (I can't walk on it at all) I got to the doctor's office. As luck would have it, another friend/former landscape client was in the waiting room. She said that her husband had pf that ruptured, and it turned out to be a blessing in disguise.

I said it was one heck of a disguise, but she was right.

Oddly enough, I've yet to see a doctor. The nurse practitioner saw me. He was perfect, though. He examined me and decided to go speak to a different doctor in the group who had done extensive work in foot and ankle issues. He said that I had done what they call "self-surgery." I ripped the stressed-out ligament loose from its moorings, basically. They do not reattach the plantars fascia when it detatches--it will heal itself. He said that it will most likely never bother me again. Even better--he noticed the scar on my left foot from a lawnmower accident 27 years ago. He asked if I had pf problems with it, and I said no. He said that, according to my description of the injury and the location of the scar, I cut the plantars fascia in that foot as a child and will likely never develop pf in it.

I'm in a boot (hello, Kitty!) and I'm on crutches. We can't do anything about the pain, but he said it will subside over the next couple of days. I may be on the crutches for as long as 2 weeks (when I see the doctor again), but if I can stand it I'm free to try and walk.

Meanwhile, the other doctor's office left me a message that they had reviewed my insurance information and, based on that, they had made me an appointment for tomorrow. Whaaaaat?! I wasn't applying to be a patient! I called and told them I didn't need their pucking services; I had found a real doctor. I complained about the Aleve business, and told them I would report them for it. (I know the head of the physician's groups. Most of those folks go to my church, dagnabbit.) She began explaining to me that they couldn't make an appointment until my insurance approved, blahblahblah, and I told her that I pay Blue Cross to handle that crap and I pay a doctor to take care of emergency care. She KEPT arguing with me, and arguing with me, and arguing with me, and eventually told me that SHE was the doctor I had tried to see and that SHE was the one who told me to take the Aleve this morning. I told her in colorful and elaborate terms that she's in the wrong business. I'll be speaking to her superiors tomorrow morning. I'm also calling the doctor who referred me to her.

Alright. I'm done. Y'all go cure your pf with some jumping jacks and kickboxing...

OMC, NH! So sorry that you are going through all of this.

I thought I had already posted this, but I guess it's like the latest online Chevron/Texaco bill -- I forgot to press the SUBMIT button in Step 2, so they didn't get the payment.

My visit today went okay. My right foot hurts so badly that I thought I had a stress fracture. Doctor (an orthopedic surgeon) disagrees with the famous podiatrist in Atlanta. He said to wear the soft orthotics made by the ortho guy as much as possible, not the hard ones made by the podiatrist. He said to wear my braces http://www.alimed.com/Alimed/product/FREEDOMreg-Dorsal-PF-Night-Splint,18065,276.htm every night (sexy!) and every time I am in a car over an hour (unless I'm driving). He said to take an OTC anti-inflammatory. I start PT on Friday. If I'm not better in 6 weeks, he wants to put my feet in casts before trying shock therapy on my feet. He is reluctant to do that. I told him that I had already had the cortisone injections in my feet , and that didn't work.

You betcha I'm gonna be compliant with the braces, as annoying as they are.

NoHall, glad I'm not in your shoes, so to speak. Hope you feel better soon.

OMC, NH! So sorry that you are going through all of this.

I thought I had already posted this, but I guess it's like the latest online Chevron/Texaco bill -- I forgot to press the SUBMIT button in Step 2, so they didn't get the payment.

My visit today went okay. My right foot hurts so badly that I thought I had a stress fracture. Doctor (an orthopedic surgeon) disagrees with the famous podiatrist in Atlanta. He said to wear the soft orthotics made by the ortho guy as much as possible, not the hard ones made by the podiatrist. He said to wear my braces FREEDOM? Dorsal PF Night Splint - AliMed every night (sexy!) and every time I am in a car over an hour (unless I'm driving). He said to take an OTC anti-inflammatory. I start PT on Friday. If I'm not better in 6 weeks, he wants to put my feet in casts before trying shock therapy on my feet. He is reluctant to do that. I told him that I had already had the cortisone injections in my feet , and that didn't work.

You betcha I'm gonna be compliant with the braces, as annoying as they are.

NoHall, glad I'm not in your shoes, so to speak. Hope you feel better soon.

Tell your doctor that I recommend jumping jacks.

Lesson: Don't puck around with a lady whose feet hurt.

Good story, NowalkHall. Does das boot take some of the pain away or are you not walking on it at all? You are a surgeon and didn't even know it!

BR...wow, it was ankle and foot day for all of us today! Good luck there and stay away from the puck me pumps!

I am laughing here, because I have yet to see a dr. at the ortho practice. Suits me fine...I waited 1 1/2 hours for the PA! Waiting room was like an ER with walkers, wheelchairs, casts and das boots, everywhere!

Bottom line for me...when I was attacked and thrown to the ground by das bench, my ligament pulled the fibula and fractured it. She called it an angry break...I guess so...if some IDIOT walked on my broken self for eight weeks, damm tooting I'd be angry. THREE more weeks in das boot and then we wean off and start therapy. Therapy???? Hello...it's called walking.

Tell your doctor that I recommend jumping jacks.

For real?

Lesson: Don't puck around with a lady whose feet hurt.

Good story, NowalkHall. Does das boot take some of the pain away or are you not walking on it at all? You are a surgeon and didn't even know it!

BR...wow, it was ankle and foot day for all of us today! Good luck there and stay away from the puck me pumps!

I am laughing here, because I have yet to see a dr. at the ortho practice. Suits me fine...I waited 1 1/2 hours for the PA! Waiting room was like an ER with walkers, wheelchairs, casts and das boots, everywhere!

Bottom line for me...when I was attacked and thrown to the ground by das bench, my ligament pulled the fibula and fractured it. She called it an angry break...I guess so...if some IDIOT walked on my broken self for eight weeks, damm tooting I'd be angry. THREE more weeks in das boot and then we wean off and start therapy. Therapy???? Hello...it's called walking.

Wait, your fibula is broken, too?

Lesson: Don't puck around with a lady whose feet hurt.

Good story, NowalkHall. Does das boot take some of the pain away or are you not walking on it at all? You are a surgeon and didn't even know it!

BR...wow, it was ankle and foot day for all of us today! Good luck there and stay away from the puck me pumps!

I am laughing here, because I have yet to see a dr. at the ortho practice. Suits me fine...I waited 1 1/2 hours for the PA! Waiting room was like an ER with walkers, wheelchairs, casts and das boots, everywhere!

Bottom line for me...when I was attacked and thrown to the ground by das bench, my ligament pulled the fibula and fractured it. She called it an angry break...I guess so...if some IDIOT walked on my broken self for eight weeks, damm tooting I'd be angry. THREE more weeks in das boot and then we wean off and start therapy. Therapy???? Hello...it's called walking.

I didn't realize that your boot was from the bench attack. It's not at all funny, and I'm not laughing. Really...I'm not...:lie:

I can put a little bit of weight on the ball of my foot today, but it still hurts pretty bad. My experience with sprained ankles is that das boot is the fastest way to heal, but the weight of the dogammed thing is exhausting. My foot is tired from carrying it around. I use the crutches to cover long distances, but I'll hobble on das boot around the house and within the confines of my office.

The ortho is almost funny with all the walkers, casts, crutches and wheelchairs. Almost.

For real?

That's how I managed self-surgery. Hurts like the pucking debil, but I'm told that it probably ended my pf for good. I fixed the other one with a lawnmower when I was 11, but I don't recommend trying to replicate that surgical manuever.

I didn't realize that your boot was from the bench attack. It's not at all funny, and I'm not laughing. Really...I'm not...:lie:

I can put a little bit of weight on the ball of my foot today, but it still hurts pretty bad. My experience with sprained ankles is that das boot is the fastest way to heal, but the weight of the dogammed thing is exhausting. My foot is tired from carrying it around. I use the crutches to cover long distances, but I'll hobble on das boot around the house and within the confines of my office.

The ortho is almost funny with all the walkers, casts, crutches and wheelchairs. Almost.



That's how I managed self-surgery. Hurts like the pucking debil, but I'm told that it probably ended my pf for good. I fixed the other one with a lawnmower when I was 11, but I don't recommend trying to replicate that surgical manuever.

I am so sorry that you and Miss K are going through this. I am just in some pain, but nothing like you two.

I am so sorry that you and Miss K are going through this. I am just in some pain, but nothing like you two.

Not so bad...I've found that my boys are so much sweeter when I'm sick or injured! (I think I heard someone whisper something like "She'll whack you with that crutch," today.)