OK – this ended up being a REALLY long post… if you want the really short version – I killed my feet last Thursday due to bad shoes and 4 airports (as in having great difficulty in walking at all). Still hurting, but doing a bit better, concerned about flying home next Sat.
OK – here’s the longer version:
I was thrown quite a curve this last week... I had been doing some chair marching and another exercise to strengthen the knees and had even gotten on the elliptical machine once to gain strength and stamina for the plane flights that were planned for (last) Thursday. I was feeling a little better about the process of flying…
Then - the day before (Wednesday) an older lady (86) that's a close friend, slipped and fell on the ice and was taken to town to the E.R. by ambulance - so I ran to town to be with her and hoped I'd be able to bring her home. (She only bruised her knees! So she could go home right away). Anyway - between the hospital walking and 2 stores (when in town, I had 2 errands to run), my feet barely started burning. It's happened before - I thought maybe it was just the socks I like to wear...
Anyway - that night I had our children's Bible club - so also incurred more uncomfortableness in the feet - but not terrible. We came home to pack up, etc... and I changed my socks - they're a tighter weave, but also tighter on my ankles - which by now were swollen as I hadn't taken my water pill and had been on my feet all day.
We set out about 9:30 pm, dropped my grandson off at his mom's, and then headed to Green Bay for a very short night of sleep at a hotel as we had to leave for the airport at 5:15 a.m. I put on the same socks and shoes. I was happy when there were no issues getting on the plane and we were able to change seats to be able to sit together (my hubby & I). I was walking with good strength – but Green Bay is not a large airport – so it wasn’t a very true test.
The hard part came when our flight arrived at Chicago’s O’Hare airport – a very huge airport! When we deboarded (not sure what the right term is) and started walking up the jetway to get inside the terminal, it was the usual incline… and I took it slow but sure, but it was the LONGEST jetway I’ve ever seen in all my flights! Hubby had gone ahead of me and was long out of sight. I’d reach one corner and turn, and find an even longer path before another corner, and an even longer path! Everyone said, “where’s the terminal!?!”
By the time I reached the terminal and my hubby, my feet were literally burning – in about 5-6 pressure spots. I sat! My hubby had scouted out and found that we’d need to do some major walking to get to the next gate.
Now – I have to stop here and explain that we don’t spend money on nonessentials … and tipping someone to take me to the next gate on a cart or wheelchair is kind of in the non-essential category – at least it was. I walked it… but basically had to sit every time I found a seat. It really didn’t help because my feet were still burning bad. Before we got to the gate, I was crying because my feet hurt so bad!
So – we got on (via a much shorter downhill jetway) a second flight – Chicago to Dallas… by then my feet were too bad… I couldn’t walk except in small painful steps. One of the men who drive the little handicapped carts (kind of like a golf cart) stopped and said, “get on.” I said, “are you sure?” he said, “yes.” I said, “OH THANK YOU!” We both got on and he dropped us off right at our next gate (which again, was far away – but we found that there was a tram that went around and some moving walkways we were headed toward on our own). Ernie kindly tipped him, and I told him “thank you! You were an answer to prayer!” He laughed
Still slow painful steps to the bathroom and back to wait for our next flight , then slow painful steps to walk the jetway to our next plane. Again – I was very thankful to get to sit next to my hubby all the way! Getting off again was very painful. We asked at one desk if we could use a wheelchair and they were very gracious. My sweet kind hubby pushed me all the way to baggage claim and to the car.
We had to stop at our mission office (now in very warm Phoenix!) to scout out the layout for the seminar that would begin the next day. My feet were still terrible – they burned! I wondered if I had blisters or not… even sitting with my shoes on put continued pressure on these points.
We hadn’t eaten all day since a very early breakfast, so we went to Golden Corral – and my sweet hubby got all my food for me!
We finally arrived at our hotel… an economy hotel … that was FULL by the time we got there. We could only get an upstairs room – no elevator… To make it the stairs, I finally took off my shoes and socks – anything cool felt better! – and very slowly made it into the room and into the bathroom – ran cool water in the tub and soaked them… it felt like I was putting a fire out! My feet were all red, and about my socks, extremely swollen. From what I could see – (I can’t really see much of the bottom of my feet) I did see a blister.
Now – 3 days later, if I’m wearing my shoes at all – even when sitting, they begin to burn again. I’m finally getting my feet up last night and this a.m. and a little of the major swelling of my legs are going down (however, the rest of the day my feet will be down – tomorrow, too).
We’re trying a different, comfortable pair of shoes – but my hubby has to buy them and bring them to me to try on – because there is NO way I’d be able to walk the length of Walmart! If these don't help, we'll try Dr. Sol's inserts...
Last night, we went as a group to Golden Corral again, and just the walking in and out of the restaurant (hubby got my food again – btw, I think I made pretty good food choices there)and pressure on my feet even when sitting, made for slow painful steps. I also now am noticing that my upper legs are killing me to stand still very long… because I haven’t been able to keep up walking and exercising.
SO – I’ve stayed home from church this a.m. to give my feet and legs a little respite – I’ll be able to do this on Tuesday as well. We fly home next Saturday… only 2 flights, but we’ll be going through O’Hare airport again (maybe we’ll just plan to find the cart first thing!).
Well – if you read this whole thing through – I’m amazed… and thankful that you’re willing to hear the long boring tale! I’d appreciate prayer, though, for my feet and for strength to do the work before me.
I’m thankful for you, my SP family!