Do I believe in miracles? I didn’t, but now I do… although this epiphany occurred recently.
I have been plagued intermittently with a painful condition called “plantar fasciitis”. According to the Mayo Clinic:
“Plantar fasciitis commonly causes stabbing pain that usually occurs with your first steps in the morning. It is one of the most common causes of heel pain. It involves inflammation of a thick band of tissue that runs across the bottom of your foot and connects your heel bone to your toes (plantar fascia).”
To sum it up, it is a miserable condition that greatly impairs your mobility, and if deprived of it, any human will wither and fall into decline.
I am not ready for this. My best years are still ahead of me.
This pain initially started on the right foot. After numerous and costly visits to a chiropractor it suddenly vanished… and I don’t think that the chiropractor had anything to do with it.
Then one year later, I woke up with the same condition, on the left foot this time. Drat, double drat! I am going on vacation soon and I urgently need that damn foot.
Upon my friends’ advice, I tried all kinds of remedies… without great success. The pain loved me and clung to me like a sick puppy. Some pills provided a temporary relief, but I don’t relish becoming a perennial pill-popper.
Then I started to think about massages… foot massagers. After a little research, I purchased a Shiatsu Foot Massager (with a customer approval rate of 73%) from Amazon.
To be truthful, I was a little skeptical, but Holy Mackerel, the elusive miracle occurred. After a fairly short infrared massage the pain subsided… Not before I chanted “pain be gone, pain be gone, pain be gone” though.
“It is always by way of pain that one arrives at pleasure.” – Marquis de Sade
How true Marquis! You appreciate life so much more after going through pain. Pain is a companion, but a nasty companion. It nags you constantly, and like a high-maintenance girlfriend, it demands constant attention.
Just remember how great it felt, after giving her the boot. Yeah!
So far, so good. After going for a (relatively pain free) one-mile “constitutional” I feel OK. After that, I used the machine again and I feel good.
Pain (like deceased people) leaves a beautiful memory… once it is gone.