Yesterday being a holiday, today felt like Sunday, so I'm doing my weekly
update a little early. Pretty good week, on the whole.
Naomi, who is using me as a practice dummy for her massage therapy
homework, checked out my lower leg pain and pronouced it "classic plantar
fasciitis", largely on the basis of it being worst in the morning.
??! Apparently the fascia in question connect to the Achilles tendon, and
from there on up around the calf muscles along the back of the leg to the
knee. What she did, however, worked wonderfully all week.
I also summoned up the energy to finally do my taxes (I'd filed for an
extension on the 15th). They still have a lot of estimation in them, so I
should probably file an amended version. And, of course, set up
installment payments. Ugh.
Monday I found a bunch of unpaid bills. Bletch.
Wednesday I took a treadmill echocardiogram test. I walked there from
Cortiva; about a mile and a half. (The bus would have taken about the
same time, and I need to exercise more.) For the test I had to get my
heart rate up to 131bpm; I got it up to 181 and called a halt not because
I couldn't go on but because I was getting tired enough to worry about
doing something clumsy and injuring myself. I think my heart is OK.
Wednesday evening I started having some stabbing pain in my calf muscle
(soleus, according to N). On investigation it turned out to be a little,
deep knot (aka trigger point); I pushed hard on it with a finger, and it loosened
up. I felt very pleased with myself.
Yesterday was, of course, Independence Day. We'll actually be doing our
barbecue today; yesterday was just a nice, relaxing day at home. Colleen lay
on the bed and watched fireworks. There were somewhere between three and
five shows visible; the sound was more or less continuous. We could only
see the bursts over the trees and hills, but it worked. Next year we'll
have to set out chairs on the deck.
The increased dose of SSRI seems to be helping.
Links, as usual, in the notes.
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