Ever since I've had medical insurance (starting when I got in the union), I've been complaining about my feet. Insoles, acupuncture, ice packs, horribly expensive shoes - nothing seems to help.
Whenever I've mentioned it to my doctor, he's given me a referral to a podiatrist to get new insoles, or told me to sit down more often.
Today, I got him to really look at my feet and it turns out that I've got bunions - bad ones - on both feet (I can't figure out how that happened - I don't wear tight shoes), plus plantar fasciitis, and some nerve damage from my shoes putting pressure on the tops of my feet (my arches are so high that the top of the foot's curved, so I'm going to have to change the type of shoe I wear. Dammit. I just paid out the fucking nose for new work shoes and now I may not be able to wear them).
The triumph I feel at finally being vindicated is tempered by the fact that I may have to have foot surgery.
I'm seeing the podiatrist on Tuesday - 9 am in Santa Monica, which means I'll have to leave my house at 7 am to make the rush-hour cross town trip.
Let's hope my fucked up feet can be corrected without surgery (which, if I have to have, I guarantee will happen right as it gets busy. Murphy's Law again, you know).