Just a quick post about my neurosis for the day, as my anxiety only ended moments ago and I thought I’d share with you how my neurotic mind works.
Nearly all day the bottom of my right foot has been incredibly sore. Alternating between aching and throbbing, I spent a good part of the day obsessing about what could possibly be wrong with me.
Was it some foot ailment? Did I have falling arches or plantar faceitis (not that I know what either of those mean, I just know that they are painful foot ailments)? Was it a pulled muscle? Could you even pull a muscle on the bottom of your foot?
Or was it something worse? The bottom of your foot is related to a lot of nerves in your body, as well as having many pressure points that relieve stress and other emotional ailments. Did the pain on the bottom of my foot mean that I had something metaphysically wrong with me? Was my chi out of whack? Did it signify that there was a problem deep within me that I didn’t even know about?!?!?
After considering whether or not to call a friend who is an Eastern medicine practitioner, I thought I’d wait it out. My foot felt better when it was properly supported. I probably just need better insoles (or to not walk around barefoot all the time). No need to alert anyone.
I was willing to leave it at that, just grin and bear it, waiting it out, when in the hazy blue light of the tv I saw something on the ground. It was a kind of square shadow. Weird.
That’s when I remembered: two nights ago, in the middle of the night, half asleep, I had stepped on one of my son’s blocks that frequently dot the floor like hard little land mines. At last I had an answer! It was a block shaped bruise on the bottom of my foot, deep and painful.
Just one more sacrifice to the mothering gods!