Scotchbath Sunday: How Plantar Fasciitis Led to the Discovery of my Favorite Sunday Ritual

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Journal Entry:
August 23, 2017
New York, NY

I awake daily with excruciating plantar fasciitis because I was born 40 and my body hates me.

So, I went to my unusually funny podiatrist who took one look at my foot, said "Oof." and then wrapped my entire right foot in gauze and athletic tape.
She said "Keep that on for four days," then she narrowed her eyes and growled, "And whatever you do... do not get it wet."

That night I attempted to shower.
It was a nightmare.
I don't have the core strength, nor the flexibility to hang my foot out of the shower and balance on my other foot while trying to bathe. I danced around on my soapy toes like a drunken chimp until I slipped over and bruised my arm. Water dripped down my leg and onto the floor, flooding the bathroom and saturating my bandages.

Shakespeare wrote, in King Henry IV, "Before the game is afoot, thou still let'st slip" I still don't know what it means, but I'm pretty sure he's making fun of me.

Bruised and battered, but not defeated, I gave…