I finally made an appointment for Friday with the orthopedist who had initially diagnosed the plantar fasciitis in my left foot, to find out why I can't put weight on the right foot without pain. I suspect it's arthritis, the way it comes and goes, although who knows, it could be a hairline fracture or something. Still hobbling about outside with a cane. Maybe I'm in some weird Twilight Zone episode where "a lame-ass 59-year-old finds herself envying the walker she used to be... in the Twilight Zone." Like these examples (via Wil Wheaton).