The Curtin Genetics have gotten to me finally. My bad legs (from Mom) have finally given me grief. The left leg is still in rather good condition, however the right one has officially been diagnosed! I have a tear in my fascia muscle, located to the right of the shin (basically.) If you run your fingers down your shin, but off to the right a bit, that’s where my pain is.

I am currently in a walking boot, and I am having a hell of a time trying to figure it out. I can’t get the right fit. Too much air hurts, not enough air feels funny, blah. It’s hard to walk down stairs and up I’m relatively okay. A little shaky/rocky (from the structure of the boot), but at least I can walk up the stairs one foot per step. Going down I have to take one step at a time like an old person because my ankle doesn’t function to allow my left leg to step down without throwing me all off balance.

Here’s the boot of doom. It is ginormous and makes disturbing noises when I gimp across the kitchen.

Mom calls it the “Storm Trooper Boot.”

Along with a minor surgical procedure on my big toes over winter break (to remove ingrown nails), I will also be getting real surgery on my leg! OH YAY. Gah. Merry Christmas to me. Bah humbug.