I guess it wasn't a muscle, online research (why does that make me laugh) shows it to be tendonitis. Holy moley, it hurts.
Well, it started off feeling like a sharp knife was slicing through it if I placed my foot just so (obviously never on purpose and by the time I did it, it was too late). Wearing shoes seemed to help.
A simple thing like straightening out a throw rug by pulling it with my foot sets it off.
Now the screaming, ripping pain is gone and it just aches.
Brian said last night maybe I need one of those big black boots that keeps my foot from moving. I said then I need to buy some shoes with heels so I can wear one on the other foot. So, I don't walk crooked, yanno?
I hate wearing shoes.