I am going to tell you something about myself that is private and internal. I have heel spurs. I want to stress that this is an internal condition because, as unappetizing as it sounds, it's a lot better having them inside (made out of bone) than outside (made out of WHO KNOWS WHAT which is so sick because what if it were warts or mold or pus--so much of it that it was characterized as a "spur." I do not have that).
My bone spurs aren't that big. On the x-rays they seem like maybe a kernal of popcorn. But it pushes on your nerves (inside, remember) and it hurts really bad. They got worse when I was pregnant but before I was pregnant and going to the podiatrist was new and fresh, I got some plaster molds of my feet. I gifted them to Christian and he threw them away.
Since my spurs are getting worse I just know I will be presented with the option of surgery. It's so hard. I'm trying to LiveStrong and all but--do you think I don't know I could die on the table? Or lose my feet? It's really hard. I just have to consider all the risks and stuff.
On a lighter note, I got a pedicure from a man and when he was done--before the polish was even dry--he sauntered into the back room partially concealed by a shower curtain and had himself a bowl of sliced cucumbers. I'm flattered that my feet gave him such an effervescent craving. If he had gone back and had a bunch of feta or something I would have been mad. But Cucumbers! I really like that.