I Forgot How to Walk?

Tyson, Cubby, Julia, Tori, me and Staci, at Laguna Beach
Cubby, Luke, Sonja and Russ, at Laguna Beach
Julia, Jake, Tyson, Tori, and Staci, at Laguna Beach

On December 27, 2017, I had surgery to correct a hammer toe on my right foot. The specialist said that it would take at least six months for the full recovery from the surgery, but I thought I knew better. After the surgery I really believed that all would be back to normal in a couple of months. But things did not turn out that way. During the follow-up visit I was told that all went well as far as the surgery was concerned, and that the rest of the problem was in my head. My foot was still doing the weird curling of the toes, making me keep walking with a limp, and sometimes I heard a shuffle while walking. I made another appointment with the doctor, but this time I was forlorn. I still could not wear tennis shoes, or other thong-type sandals due to the massive amount of scar tissue, and any closed toed shoes caused pain. The doctor’s response was that I needed physical therapy to learn how to walk again. I felt insulted by his choice of words, but nonetheless I did follow-up with the therapy.

If you have ever been to a beauty school, where the students are in training, you sometimes you can’t really tell the difference between the teacher and the student until you get a really bad haircut. Well, the first physical therapy place was a like this, a bunch of young therapists in training.  After three sessions, I wanted nothing more to do with this. as the robotic millennials were overly friendly but incompetent. I canceled my appointment because I was going to the Holy Land, but in reality I had lost faith in physical therapy.

As life would have it, my foot continued to be my cross and complaining was a constant. I purchased a comfortable pair of lightweight shoes for the missionary trip, but this only caused further damage. Good Friday was one of the worst days because of the discomfort, and all the walking we did that on that day set me back to a pronounced limp.

My boyfriend shoes

I continued with my workout regiment wearing Mike’s sandals, I called them my boyfriend shoes. These shoes did not cause pain and I could fasten them securely with the Velcro.

Physical therapy sobriety walk to help with balance

Thinking that this was my lot in life, I pretty much surrendered to the problem. I was having other health issues with back pain, and made an appointment with my primary care physician. I brought up my foot problem, and he told me again that it was an issue of mind over matter thing. My interpretation from this advice was that this doctor thought I was creating this problem in my head. I was also advised to return to physical therapy.

Toe yoga, I got it down to a science!

Taking matters into my own hands, I decided to no longer return to the podiatrist who told me it was in my head,  and made an appointment with a foot surgeon. The meeting went well but the specialist said  “You forgot how to walk!” “So, are you saying it’s in my head?” I asked.  His response was “Yes.”

For three years I put off the surgery and was compensating for my injury, and my mind and body got accustomed to defective toe doing what seemed natural. So when the surgery came, I really had forgotten how to walk normally. All three doctors were right, so now I’m back in physical therapy. No students this time, just professionals, sports specialist, and this is finally working for me. I am doing toe yoga, along with a lot of other exercises, to improve my balance and to learn how to walk again with proper stability. Sometimes it feels as if I’m taking a sobriety test with the different types of walking exercises that are required.

We went to dinner at Las Brisas, in Laguna Beach, on Friday, with the Louisiana Crew. We walked down to the beach, and for the first time in years I felt like I was walking normally.

Hindsight shows that we pay a big price in putting off what needs to be done in a timely matter.

Proverbs 6:4-6 New King James Version (NKJV)

Give no sleep to your eyes,
Nor slumber to your eyelids.
Deliver yourself like a gazelle from the hand of the hunter,
And like a bird from the hand of the fowler.

In other words, don’t put off until tomorrow what you can do today.

  Chapel of the Milk Grotto, Bethlehem "Kind words can be
Jacob and Lucas extending the olive branch, forgiveness comes before peace
Leslie, Helen, Larry, me, Willie, and Mike at Rue 57 Luke

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2 Comments

  1. Loving reading your blog. I am “the Joan” that worked at Mitlas, also my dad lived in Canoga Park when I met you. Absolutely love reading your blog (but have alot of catching up to do. I have been Catholic since 1976, was my act of rebellion. I converted at 18. Have never looked back. Maybe not always lived it like I should. Sometimes I feel its like a fine tapestry, wrapped up & we see & acknowledge the beauties little by little. My firm belief is if those that left only realized what they left they would never leave. Unfortunately some leave because they dont see / realize truth & Jesus but only rules. God bless you, keep up the great work. I’m going to be busy reading. Oh going to Divine Mercy conference in Carson Aug. Just praying that daily starting last year helped my deep depression. Can still get some but nothing like before. Anyway wanted to say hi & that i love your blog. God bless, Joan

    1. Thank you kindly for your response, I never know who is reading my Blog, but the Lord keeps giving me stories. This story about Mario is long overdue, he is a special young man, and God will see him through with great victory.

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