I had a busy weekend scheduled, but I’ve been home since late Friday morning.
The diagnosis is peroneal tendonitis, and I promise it hurts a lot more than it sounds like it does.
I was walking to my car Thursday evening when over the course of about ten steps, it became impossible for me to hold my left foot in any way but absolutely parallel to the ground. Any front-to-back shift of the sort that is customary when walking caused sharp and immediate pain.
Fortunately I already had an appointment with my general practitioner on Friday morning. She referred me to an orthopedist, and I was home before noon with two called-in prescriptions, a home rehab plan, and a big boot.
I must have done most of the damage hiking at Camp McDowell, but I never had any pain from that apart from usual soreness. It was bizarre for it to decay so quickly more than 24 hours later.
I’m not happy, but Achilles tendon damage was the other candidate diagnosis and would have been a lot more serious, so I’m thankful it wasn’t that.
Still hurts, but not like it did.