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| The view from the office roof terrace |
Day 130
Time on my feet was minimal today, in an attempt to rid my tortured sole of this inflammation. Plantar fasciitis is the very devil to treat. It's worse after a night's sleep, so when you have to get out of bed in a hurry, perhaps to visit the loo in the night, you're in danger of collapsing from the shooting pain in your heel. Rolling the foot over a tennis ball eases the pain, and of course any exercise that doesn't involve feet slapping on the ground is a bonus. I cycled today, to work in the magnificent IPC office on a subbing shift. So mostly, I sat on my arse. Not great for the mood, but good for the sole.
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