Peripheral Neuropathy?
I noticed pain when life slowed down and if I was not helping a customer at work, or not engrossed in food or books, a burning pain in my feet. I ignored it most of the time, and my wife got me a foot roller, and I thought I might have plantar fasciitis.
Today, after months of such pain, kept in the background, eased a bit by the foot roller, I looked up the pain symptoms and thought I might have peripheral neuropathy. Now, this seems a common ailment, but when I looked it up, it recommended a few remedies up front:
Soaking the feet
Elevating the feet
Taking Tylenol
I’m not a big fan of lying down and putting my feet up. I had to do it when I fractured my left fibula, but soaking my feet and taking Tylenol sounded okay.
Into the shed I forayed, locating my small plastic basins from when I had my big toenails removed. I’d had to soak my feet for several minutes for a couple of weeks to keep them from getting infected. Filling them in the bathtub, I sat on the uncomfortable rim of the shower. Next time, I think I’ll sit on the toilet seat instead.
I put on my phone timer for ten minutes and took two painkillers
After the drenching was complete and Tylenol had maybe kicked in, my feet felt much better. I emailed my doctor for any advice and decided to keep the basins on hand for future deluge.
I don’t know if I have plantar fasciitis, peripheral neuropathy, or just need some better footwear, but as a sedentary desk jockey who does take daily walks, I do want my feet to feel better.
It has been a week or two since I’ve had these symptoms; am I just a hypochondriac? Or will the pain return? Or was it just a season of pain? I may never know. God is good, and I’m not having the pain right now, so that’s something good.
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“Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.”
— Philippians 4:8
