So, here goes my first week of full-fledged dancing since the cortisone injection I had after our first week back. The pain in my foot was becoming unbearable, so the doctors decided to bring out the big guns. Cortisone is pretty much your last pain relief resort.

The day of my MRI was quite a strange event, actually. My appointment was made at the last minute, so I ended up being slotted in at 4:30 AM the morning after (or night of) the Mad Hot Ballet Gala, back in June. Needless to say, the appointment would be painful. My friends helped the situation by staying awake with me through until my appointment, where I staggered into the hospital at 4 am in my full black tie regalia. I certainly received more than a few bewildered stares from the hospital staff.

The MRI, poorly timed though it was, finally revealed what had been irritating my foot:

a) a small protruding bone and

b) fatty deposits on one of my tendons (so that’s where the French fries go!)

c) an accessory tendon!

Maybe I should join a circus freak show and put my foot up on a pedestal with a sign reading, “really, it is different on the inside.”

(Photo: Lisa Robinson, Lise-Marie Jourdain, Juri Hiraoka)