Footsteps (and missteps)

I loved my podiatrist in the last US city we lived in.  Never thought I'd say this, but he may have competition...

Saw the new foot doctor this morning and I am so, so hopeful and encouraged.  He believes that he knows what is causing the pain (a nerve is trapped in scar tissue) and he has definite plans of action to fix it.  First I need to have an MRI to see if that is actually the problem, but he's confident it is.  So he's taped the foot to take some of the pressure off of the heel (and to see what effect the taping has) and I'm to leave it on until the MRI on Tuesday.  Then I'll see him again and we'll go from there.  There is hope!  Let the dancing in the streets begin!  (Okay--I'll wait until I'm 'cured' before the dancing starts.)  The bad news is that the first botched surgery caused so much scar tissue on the top of my foot, my toes will never come back together and one is turning into a hammertoe.  But we will deal with that as needed--I expect to be completely pain-free soon, and new issues are in the future.

Went from there to tutoring and that wasn't as dismal as before.  I still have her doing some review work and she did a bit better on it, so some of the stuff is sinking in.  I brought her several new workbooks, more geared specifically towards the placement tests she will be taking, and I think she will shortly be able to see that she just isn't there yet.  I am arranging for a replacement tutor while I am away on baby duty and will have him work on writing skills with her.

The house is getting clean--one more day and it will be done.  Of course I did the upstairs (easy) first and left the worst for last.  When did I turn into a procrastinator???  Or into someone who stopped saving the best for last? 

The little reception girl at the gym told me the other morning that I look just like Baby from Dirty Dancing.  After I finished laughing I told her she needed glasses.  When I left, the other little reception girl was there and the first one asked her if she agreed.  She did, so I told them they were both weird.  When I mentioned it to the husband, he said it's probably because they've never seen a Jewish person in real life before.  That took me aback--first of all, because that never would have entered my mind; secondly, because I don't consider myself 'Jewish looking' (whatever that means).  But my goyish husband would be able to judge that more accurately I guess.  And now that the humidity is back, so are my wild, frizzy curls, so I guess I look the part even more!

I am determined to feel better.  I actually bought an exercise ball as well as a dvd of stretching exercises.  Of course, I haven't blown up the ball yet and the dvd just arrived today, but it is a positive step to have provided myself with these things.  I am hoping that on mornings I don't meet with my trainer, I can do these on my own.  We'll see how long it takes between acquiring them and actually using them...