Life in New York has been just as amazing as I had hoped it would be.
We love our apartment, are enjoying finding new places to go, and, up until recently, reveled in walking all over this big, old grid.
The past few weeks, not long after I signed up for that boxing class I was so looking forward to, something started happening with my right foot. It blew up, and I could barely put pressure on my heel without wincing.
This has been my go-to fashion accessory lately.
I had changed medications a week or so prior, and since swelling was one of the side effects, my old Pa. doctor suggested that I stop taking it. Luckily that seemed to help, and I was able to carry on as close to normal as I could be, even spending last Saturday meandering through the most of Central Park with the family, which was a truly magical day.
That felt fantastic, being out in the fresh air, walking, walking, walking. It actually made me a little homesick, especially because a lot of leaves were down from the hurricane and there was just that unmistakable “fall” smell.
Sadly, normalcy didn’t last for long.
The pain finally got so bad last week that I made an appointment with a foot doctor here in the city, which is thankfully in two day’s time.
I feel so awkward, limping all over (but take comfort that even with said limp, I still walk faster than slow poke tourists who stop without warning!), and feel a bit like an old lady with swollen feet, but I can’t say I’m not nervous about what might be the cause of all this pain.
I had such grand visions of getting my weight, finally, in check living here what with all the walking we’d be doing (out of necessity sans car and because that’s always our favorite part), but all that’s been sidelined thanks to this damn foot situation.
As a result, I’ve been feeling pretty crappy about myself – which is partly why I’ve been so quiet over here on Run, Nikki, Run.
If you’re still out there, readers of this blog, thank you. I’m sorry I’ve been so MIA, and hopefully, with this upcoming appointment, I’ll come back full swing.
I’ve got that boxing class to look forward to, after all!