Something's wrong
Sorry if I'm not my normal optimistic self...So... my plantars fascitis has now gotten to the point where I cannot walk for more than a few minutes at a time. We do not qualify for medical, and I'm not sure how to handle this... What am I supposed to do? If I can't walk, I can't ever get better! I'm always going to be this fat, hopeless, creature with no reason to live... I'm scared... I'm trapped in myself in so many ways now, and I'm terrified.
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Do not give up. Please hold on. I am listening to this now and it just inspired me and I thought I would share this with you https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XJRP2HjhFYA
Don't be afraid. :)
We need to figure out some alternative ideas. EG is your flat on a concrete floor? I had the most awful time when I lived in a concrete floor house and also worked in a packhouse (concrete floor). Only when I learned to wear my tramping boots did things start to improve.
What is your footwear like? Do you have orthotics?
I think sometimes doctors want to medicate you without actually offering any low-tech solutions, so it can be up to us to look for those low tech solutions.
As to exercise and always being fat. welcome to my life. :D I don't care that I'm fat, but I do have a bicycle. And I ride it to work when I can. When I get too pudgy my right foot starts to hurt, as does my left leg dog-bite.
Do you like swimming? I quite love swimming and it might be an alternative to walking for fitness.
I don't know about concrete, but I'm on the third floor, so... don't know if that makes a difference. I went to a podiatrist, and I have custom orthotics in specially made shoes, but that's the time WITH those. They wanted to give me cortisone shots, but I can't. I hate needles with a passion, especially near my feet, and I can't handle the thought of it. The last time I got shots, I ended up leaving the doctor having to go down a flight of stairs very foggily (no sugary snacks for me, apparently) and with yellow arms from the inside of my elbow to like the width of my hand in either direction. The lady couldn't find the freaking vein, and now I can't needles.
I do like swimming, but there's nowhere I can swim near my house.
Try the cortisone. I've had some disgusting things done and managed to get through - when you set your mind to it, you can. They'll inject your feet. If you look the other way, and do something very complicated with your fingers (I generally will do a scale in b flat melodic minor, in thirds) you can get through the time. think of something VERY complex.
I think the worst one was having my carpel tunnel done. They cut open my hand under a local, flayed it all back tot he nerves, pinned it down on the sides with clamps, and the nurse kept wiping it with a dry cloth. I felt no pain but oh man I felt the scrape of every wipe with the cloth. I knew it was going to hurt later.... I couldn't cope with it. They had given me a stress ball. They kept talking to me so I couldn't concentrate on my b minor melodic scale in thirds with my left hand, which had a stress ball in it anyway. it was orrible. did I mention that I have had a phobia about needles since I was a girl?
But mind over matter. If I have to go through it ever again I will. If you have to you just say "I have to' and just gird your loins. Amazing effect on intestinal fortitude, loin girding. I've been through some really horrible stuff just by gritting my teeth and holding my breath to stop myself moaning.... :D
Oh - if you hold your breath till you nearly pass out, that helps too.
I've had the cortisone in my wrists, It was very very effective. And they don't have to find a vein. They just jab n stab.
Why in the world did you have such a complicated carpal tunnel surgery?! There's this little blade on a track, one slit, one pass, done. Was that not a thing when you got it done? Anyway, as far as the shots go, I was in the doctor's office, and they offered it to me, and I suddenly felt like they were offering to cut my feet off. I immediately curled up into a ball and started laughing uncontrollably, saying "Nope, nope. Not gonna happen nope!" sooo... yeah, apparently, that's something my brain will not allow. It's not like when people say "I don't like needles" and have to look away, like it literally feels like I'm agreeing to die when someone says they are going to give me a shot. I don't have the willpower to convince myself otherwise, and holding your breath gets really hard when you've begun to hyperventilate.