Snow! In Texas!

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We had planned to leave for Florida today. Our plans were to spend a week in Panama City Beach at St. Andrews State Park, and then travel on to Melbourne where we would stay a month at Land Yacht Harbor (an Airstream only park). But the closer today approached, the more our uncertainty as to what to do expanded.

A few events lead to our decision.

Weather. We checked the weather. Daily. Hourly. Sometimes even more often. As you are probably aware by now, the weather forecasted a major snowstorm for the entire southeast. Unless you live under a rock, you have probably read about this or seen it on the news. It’s making national and international news.

I went to FaceBook and asked, “stay and play in the snow, or leave early?” Of course, my Florida friends said, “you have to ask???” Our Airstream friends were mixed, and extremely helpful in terms of making sure our Alde heating system was working. Some of our northern friends had already come south, but at least one of my friends experienced snow in the deep south after they left clearer skies up north.

Houston doesn’t get snow. In fact, KHOU-11 (our Houston news) said in a recent blog post, “Snow is so rare in Houston that we cannot even discuss the top ten recorded snowfall events in Houston’s history, because only eight of them exist.” Well, now there will be nine.

The NPR is talking about it. Winter storm “Enzo” is wreaking havoc all along the I-10 Corridor. Pictures and videos are flooding the internet of Beaumont, downtown New Orleans, Galveston Beach, and the panhandle of Florida. It’s a HUGE blizzard of “epic proportions.” (Now I sound like a weatherman.) I even saw a video of a cowboy in Texas riding his horse through the snow, pulling someone on a makeshift sled behind him. Classic.


Medical concerns. In the meantime, Tim received some disturbing news from his dermatologist. He has a few skin concerns, and the medicine would come in the mail for some of them. More importantly, he needs to schedule surgery on a spot very close to his eye (right on the corner by his nose). She’s about 95-99% certain it is basal cell carcinoma. He is waiting for the MOHS center to call back with an appointment, and whether we can afford the cost.

Work concerns. In addition to his regular work obligations, Tim is now scheduled for a presentation trip to Minnesota the first week of February (2-4). It’s easier to fly out of Houston than all the places we had planned to visit in Florida.

I also have some work to catch up on. I’m still supervising some LMFT Associates in Texas, and I need to complete some CEUs for my AAMFT supervisory status as well as licensure. I can do this better with the solid internet we have here as well.

Sometimes, it’s less hassle to go with what you know.

All that being said, we decided to “hunker down” and stay where we are. We were able to cancel our reservation at the State Park for a small fee, and delay our reservation at Land Yacht Harbor by a week (no fee). Both of these were paid in full, and LYH has no refunds, so we were glad to make these changes. We did try to reschedule St. Andrews, but it’s really hard to get in Florida State Parks this time of year. There are only one or two days available here and there (across the state).

We did end up getting between an inch or two of snow. The pictures are pretty. It stuck to the ground, but not the concrete. I was hoping for a total blanket. You know the kind that turns the trees to a solid white? The kind you see in all the other pictures from up north? However, this was pretty exceptional for our neck of the woods.

When stuck inside, it’s a good time to bake bread. There’s a little heat coming up from behind the sink, so my einkorn starter rose really well.

If you look closely, you can see the icicles hanging from the front of our Classy Girls, looking like fangs. She kept us nice and toasty warm inside! It warmed up to the 40s later in the day and most of the snow melted.

As it turned out, Panama City Beach Florida ended up getting more snow than we got in Willis Texas. Go figure! Looks like we made a good decision.


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Plantar Fibromatosis – Foot Pain

Foot pain. Not to be confused with plantar fasciitis, I was just diagnosed with plantar fibromatosis, or what I call “foot pain.” I’ve had some left foot pain for a while now, in the arch. It’s one of those things I kept putting off, thinking it would heal itself. When it started keeping me up at night, it was time to get some help. 

With plantar fasciitis, which is what I thought this was going to be, foot massages can help loosen it up and make it feel better. Unfortunately, the opposite is true with plantar fibromatosis (although that is debatable). All those times I’ve talked Tim into a foot massage have more likely been hurting more than helping. He was happy to hear he could forego any future foot massages 😂🤣.

Since we are in our “home” area in Texas for a while, still living in our Airstream, I scheduled a visit with my regular foot specialist out in the Lake Conroe area. That’s what the sign by TX-105 outside his building says, “Foot Specialist.” His office is as modest as the sign, as is the strip mall where he is located. It’s always clean and his staff are very professional and pleasant. Every time I see Dr. Ehret for a foot problem, I learn something new. And I come away feeling glad that I went in to see him.

This particular foot specialist has been at this profession for quite a while (since the early 90s), and he doesn’t hesitate to diagnose. He immediately saw what I was dealing with, gave me a diagnosis, talked about how it likely got started (it’s usually more than one thing), and offered me some options for treatment. In addition, he talked to me about the neuropathy, explaining how the muscle, tissue, cartilage, and nerves all interact.

Plantar fibromatosis, per Dr. Ehret, is scar tissue related to some injury to the connective tissue in the foot. Maybe I stomped on the shovel too hard when we were putting down sod in our yard, getting it ready for sale. Or, perhaps I stepped on a rock the wrong way or landed on a ladder with poor soles, or hit the curb on my arch. It could be a multitude of injuries. Once it is injured, the connective tissue keeps building up scar tissue with constant re-injury, resulting in a “ball” of scar tissue beneath the service. As previously stated, he did indicate there are typically multiple causes, and not one singular reason this condition develops. 

He said I could look it up online, which I did, but “don’t pay attention to the pictures,” he said, because they always show off the worst-case scenarios. I was interested in what Dr. Google would say, and I was mainly there for the text anyway. Wikipedia calls it an inherited disease, also known as Ledderhose’s Disease, named after the surgeon who first described it. The disease can remain dormant for many years, or even generations, but then show up in the form of benign nodules unexpectedly. Once it shows up, it will likely recur throughout life. I wonder if any of my family members have had issues with this? This article from the National Library of Medicine was also helpful.

Fortunately, mine is in a “good spot.” It’s right in the middle of my arch, which we don’t use as much to walk on. The two primary options in my case are inflammatory medicine, or surgery. Most doctors, Dr. Ehret included, like to take the more conservative approach first. So, we agreed with the inflammatory approach.

We aren’t talking about Ibuprofen. He marked my foot, had his assistant hold my foot and big toe with a strong, death-grip, and then gave me a shot of numbing medicine followed by the injection. When I said “OW, OW, OW!” toward the end of the shot he indicated, “Got it!” with a smile. He had to hit the exact spot, apparently, which he knew he had found when it hurt. But it also felt better. In the words of John Mellencamp, “It hurt so good.”

If the problem persists, especially to the point where I have trouble walking, we can do the surgery option. I hope a shot every year or two will suffice. Also, he handed me a hand-written note in his “best doctor script” which reminded me to walk in shoes and slippers with memory foam, not bare feet, stay off my toes, and baby the arches. The cute black boots I wore into the office, which I got at Walmart for $16.00, have memory foam soles; he was very surprised to see that. They don’t typically see shoes with good soles walking into their office. I’m proud to say my boots are officially podiatrist-approved 😊.

I walked out of there (yes, I can still walk) with some new knowledge and a whole lot of relief. God is so good. We prayed for foot relief right before I went in there, and He answered that prayer almost immediately. He has connected me with the exact right physicians at the exact time I needed them. And of course, He is the Greatest Physician of all.

One final thought. As I was contemplating Jesus as the Great Physician, I did a little Bible Study. He never calls himself that. He became known as the Great Physician because of all the miraculous healings he performed. But the reason he healed people was not just so they could see, hear, touch or dance again. It was to draw them (and others) to Him. He came to “seek and save the lost” (Luke 19:10). That was his mission. If you are in need of healing, perhaps he is waiting until the opportunity for that healing to draw you closer to him. To save you. To become Lord in your life.


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