In other news, I'll only be doing that if I'm capable of walking. Turns out my foot-ache is, in fact, plantar fasciitis. Ow.
Went to the doctor (turned out to be a locum, rather than the usual one) to talk about several things, including my hurting heel and problems walking around in the mornings, and he took one look, diagnosed plantar fasciitis, and started digging about in cupboards looking for steroids, local anaesthetics and syringes.
Here's the bit that's not for the squeamish: basically, the steroid injection procedure appears to be to stick the needle into the bit of your heel that hurts most, and then gradually inject the lot, all the time stirring the needle around inside to spread the steroid all round the general area. It's a good job I don't mind needles, and am generally quite relaxed about stuff. "You're taking this very stoically," he said. Meh.
Anyway. So, that didn't leave much time for the other stuff I wanted to talk about. I'm going to go back in a couple of weeks, assuming nothing's improved. But who knows, maybe my hurty foot is contributing to my poor sleep, and other things...
