Marvelously made

I have never spent a lot of time thinking about what is under the skin of my feet. Except now that I’ve written that sentence I’m going to contradict myself because I distinctly remember drawing my foot as an undergrad art student, extrapolating from a nearby skeleton and my own study where the bones might be, and drawing them in. Hmm. I wonder if I still have that drawing in the closet where I keep such things?

Anyway, despite that bit of ancient history, I have not paid too much attention to how the muscles in my calves connect to the bones in my feet, nor just how many working parts there are exactly in the human foot in general. It makes sense to me now that a long muscle running up the outside of my lower leg connects directly to a tendon that passes around the stick-outy bone (a complex medical term I picked up from a doctor-friend — I am forever in her debt) at my ankle like a lock of girl’s hair tucked behind her ear, and then attaches to the bottom of my foot. However, before my physical therapist firmly (very) rolled the physical therapy equivalent of a rolling pin up my leg along the path of that muscle, I had no idea just how connected those tissues are.

Ponder the foot. One cannot without also noticing the leg to which it is attached, of course, but concentrate your attention on those many bones, some so small, and all that connective tissue and all that they conspire to do together. They carry us through life, those of us who are fortunate enough to have a complete, well-working pair. They are marvelous machines. I look forward to the day when I can take mine for granted again!

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About pattiblaine

Raised under the name of Snyder in the upstate NY town of Vestal, I've worked as a typesetter, a fast food salad bar tender, an art reviewer, a waitress, a part-time nanny, and a very-bad-with-phones temp. Once upon a time I was all-but-thesis toward a Masters in Art History. Now I'm just a mom with a lot of fiber squirreled away throughout the house. We call it insulation. In 2013 I completed a life-long learning program at Colgate Rochester Crozer Divinity School, and am a postulant toward the diaconate in the Episcopal Diocese of Rochester, NY. In addition to coordinating volunteers for the soup kitchen, I volunteer as a tutor at a deeply impoverished city elementary school, and am a docent at the Memorial Art Gallery.
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5 Responses to Marvelously made

  1. Dawn Klein says:

    In the left-hand picture of the leg, look closely at the ligaments that go over the top of the foot, near where your leg goes up. I’ve damaged those in the past. Ouch! I know exactly where they are, in my right foot. That was a doozy of an ankle sprain, and it took a while to get better, too!

  2. Fiona says:

    My chiropractor has this chart hanging in the waiting room….I studied it in detail after tearing the ligaments in my foot last August. Never having studied anatomy or biology it was all a great mystery to me but quite fascinating. And after 5 months I have just started dancing again: I feel your pain!

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