Because I Need Feet to Play

Last weekend’s 3-day Barn Hunt trial was tons of fun, if exhausting.

A great deal of the exhaustion was sadly pain-related, which is difficult to ignore and can take a lot of the joy from even the most fun event.

I have been delaying treatment for my regularly stiff, achy, swollen knee for nearly a year, due to covid. My doctor had initially told me that I could come in for a cortisone injection last fall, but since they were mostly doing tele-med appointments, I chose to just babied it along over the winter. 🤷‍♀️ I honestly thought the knee was the main problem … along with just being out of shape.

As it turned out, my knee was far from my biggest medical issue.

Then 2021 arrived, and with it, covid vaccinations. Yay! I pretty quickly TRIED to up my activity level, walking and getting the dogs back into training. Dog sports trial premiums started popping up, and I felt the need to make up for lost time.

The first 2-day Scent Work trial I attended with Baxter & Rhonda shone a glaring light on several issues I would have much rather ignored. And they weren’t even full-day events! 🙁

1. The dogs really missed participating in dog sports – they were eager for more. I felt so guilty for depriving them. So we attended a couple more weekend trials; Scent Work and Barn Hunt.

2. At this point, three trials in, my knee was screaming at me and obviously needed attention. There was no more ignoring it.

3. I was unhappily surprised to realize that by not bothering to wear my custom orthotic inserts over the past 10 months (which truly hadn’t seemed all that important since I didn’t think I was on my feet that much), I was now suffering from a doozy of a flare-up of planter fasciitis, which had been pretty much completely under control for 20+ years. Oh ouch.

Still, I continued to put off treatment. I really stubbornly didn’t want to think about it. I knew what was inevitably coming (cortisone injections or worse) and had somehow convinced my subconscious that the knee and foot problems would probably go away if I just worked at regaining my overall physical condition.

Wrong. 😢

Since I couldn’t let my athletic little dogs down, and I really love these dog sports, I had to step up. I made two separate doctor appointments – and I’m sure it was pure coincidence that they ended up being on the same day. 🥺

So yesterday, I ended up getting a cortisone injection in my right knee … and then, two hours later, in both heels. Ouch! Really!

I also discovered, via the magic of X-rays, that a substantial part of my foot problem (and the reason my left foot has been so much more painful than my right) is a humongous heel/bone spur on that foot.

I don’t remember a heel spur from my last podiatrist visit … 24 years ago. But it’s sure enough there now. The doctor said he’d seldom seen a bigger heel spur, and credited my 24-year-old (really well made!) inserts for the fact I was walking on that foot at all.

The podiatrist started talking about a “boot” for my left foot (to take all pressure off my heel) until the swelling was under control and my new custom orthotic inserts arrived … but then he noticed my mutinous expression (I was envisioning trying to do Barn Hunt or nose work in a big black boot) and modified it to a promise that I get a pair of seriously arch-supportive shoes and continue wearing my old inserts until the new ones arrived. Win! I think …?

I may have to return for a follow-up injection in a month, probably just in my left foot. 🤷‍♀️ I’ll think about that later.

Later in the day, after a much deserved nap, I discovered that although my knee already felt substantially better (why did I wait so long??), the topical pain-killer had worn off and walking AT ALL on feet that had just had big needles poked in and shoved around in them was … unwise. 😢

I grabbed a bottle of Ensure for dinner, took an Ibuprofen, slapped a pair of Icy-Hot patches on my feet (right over the bandaids) and crawled back to bed.

This morning, I was relieved to discover I could actually walk, sort of. After donning slippers with thick foam inserts, I managed to take Ronni out for her morning ablutions and make coffee for myself.

It’s 11:00 am now, and each walk has been less painful. I think the cortisone is beginning to do its work. 🥳

It had better kick in quickly though – Baxter, Ronni and I have a 4-day K9 Nose Work trial starting this weekend! I need my feet!

Published by 2dachsnite

I’m a RV Sometimer (less than full time, but more than a weekend warrior) living in Alaska, with dreams of seeing the country in my RV. I am 70 years old and married, but my husband isn’t a fan of RV travel, so my journeys are mostly solo except for my navigators; dachshunds Baxter & Rhonda. I’m also a spinner of tales - and a spinner of yarn (my other passion). My spinning wheel, along with the dogs, go along on all my travels. I look forward to sharing my stories, including photos and videos, with you.

2 thoughts on “Because I Need Feet to Play

  1. Wow, so sorry to hear about all the foot problems! I know, sometimes it seems the “cure is worse than the disease”! But what we won’t do for our dogs, right??! It would be nice if you could use a scooter for your dog trials!

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  2. Not good that sort of thing, I appreciate what you say in a detached way as I get arthritis flare ups and it sure puts the mockers on activity and spoils things. I’m told I get a bit grouchy, but it’s not intentional, just part of the process. Take care and hopefully things will get better, but I hope to see some video’s of the barn hunts without a booted handler.

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