My foot has still been bothering me. I went out for a run for the first time in over a week on Tuesday, and sure enough, it started hurting again. So, I bit the bullet and made an appointment at my regular doctor's office with the nurse practitioner.
The only problem was the appointment was for 8 pm, and if I needed an x-ray I was going to have to go back another time. So, following the advice of my husband, I decided to call over to North Medical Center, a doc-in-the-box, move-em-in-move-em-out, kind of a place that I used to go to about 5 years ago. (I should say that the reason I quit going there was because I really felt the care was impersonal and at times sub-standard--something I should have kept in mind.) They have x-ray facilities right there that are open, so I figured it would save time and having the boys along, to do it all on Tuesday evening, if I, in fact, needed an x-ray. They were able to get me in right away, so off I went.
My appointment ended up being with a physician's assistant, which I have no problem with. The nurse called me in and took my history, blah, blah, blah... Then the PA came in, and I gave the story to him as well. He takes like a 5 second look at my foot, hardly feeling it at all. He quickly determines that I need a bone scan to rule out a stress fracture (they don't show up on regular x-rays...who knew?), but that it is most likely plantar fasciitis. (Neither are great, but I will take the PF over the stress fracture, because at least it wouldn't bench me for the rest of the season.)
After his super-quick semi-diagnosis, he then proceeded to lecture me for the next 10 minutes on how I'm "running my body into the ground," and how "unhealthy" it is to run this many miles. He also said "I don't mean to sound sexist, but a woman's body is just not made for this kind of abuse." He did all of this with a smug smile and a knowing nod of the head. It was almost like he was telling me to quit smoking, instead of telling me to quit doing quite possibly, the most healthy thing I could be doing for myself.
I was furious, but I really have difficulties a) stating what I think in my head to a doctor or anyone that should traditionally be respected, and b) coming up with anything smart enough to express how I really feel when I am so mad. After listening and not saying anything (there was no way I was going to agree with him), I finally said, "Well, I guess you are entitled to your own opinion." Lame, I know, but I just couldn't come up with anything!! He just gave a little chuckle and shook his head like I was the stupidest girl he has ever seen. At one point he also said to me, "Don't get me wrong, you look great...it's just not good for you!"
I finally said, "So are you going to schedule that bone scan, or do I need to do that?", and basically the appointment was done. I kind of wish I had a re-do, so I could tell him in my most dignified way how utterly offended I was by his sexist "treatment", if you can even call it that.
I think my anger is finally spent from the incident. I have since found an orthopedic doctor who specializes in treating injuries of recreational athletes. He has completed multiple Ironman races, and I have a feeling he is not going to tell me my body wasn't made to do this kind of training.
Anyway, I invite everyone to give me your very best come-back for the most awful medical provider ever known to the history of athletic women.