Of Feet

Before beginning this highly anticipated second blog post, I feel the need to explain the name of the blog to the maybe three people who will ever actually see these words. Brigham's Buckets is the name of my fantasy basketball team. In the four years I have participated in fantasy basketball my team has taken last, first, first, and last, respectively. I started out this current season by losing three games in a row but the boys came through clutch and got that dub for me last week. 

Today I had an appointment with the foot man to get my ankle checked out. I sprained the inside (medial) side last week at practice and it's felt good despite a ton of swelling, but it's great to have full confidence now knowing that it isn't broken. The foot man made a few comments and observations that really cracked me up:

• "Looking at your foot it's a miracle you've had an athletic career at all!"
• "Is your other foot flat too?"
• There is a bone spur in the ankle
• One bone is way bigger than it should be. It's the bone that attaches to the tendon that supports the arch which would explain the flat feet
• One of the bones in my ankle/foot is misaligned by 45 degrees
• Another possible bone spur on the ball of my foot
• "You have probably the flattest feet I've ever seen"

I never knew that so many things could be wrong in a single foot (not even including the ankle sprain which originally brought me to the Provo foot man). I am so grateful that I haven't had foot pain besides the occasional rolled ankle at practice. I'm grateful for the gift of flat feet that I received from my grandpa, it is truly the gift that keeps on giving, ha. 

For reference, here is a footprint (mine) of a person with no foot arch. Next week I'll have something more exciting to talk about than a visit to the foot man.