The Post Where I Get My Pains Off My Chest…

I’ve been avoiding blogging about my ailments, sicknesses and the like, because really it gets a little boring and I don’t like to whinge.

We all have aches, pains, cold, coughs and all that. We take some drugs, and we got over it.

This is usually the case with me. Truth be told, I hardly ever get sick *touches wood quickly* and when I do it usually just last a day or 3 and goes away.

However, the majority of my ailments include some sort of physical injury or pain.

And this is again the case as the ‘Saga of the throbbing swelling foot pain that makes me want go crazy’ continues.

This can be traced back around 4 years ago, and I even blogged about it 3 years ago. It started as a twinge from my toe which would travel down to my arches. I remember a Christmas where I was hobbling around all day because of it.

I thought it was gout back then, but blood tests last year that indicated my Uric Acid levels weren’t elevated, so instead it was presumed I had some sort of “Arthritic Condition” and that was that. I had already been subscribed indomethacin by an ER doctor when I once hobbled into the hospital late one night.

On return with the same ailment I was given a hefty number of repeats and I have been popping the little white pills whenever my foot started to hurt.

Unfortunately it seems that as a lovely side effect to these pills, my eye decides to get extremely bloodshot and irritated for days after. I am not 100% of this link, but thinking back I have had the red and irritated eyes consistently after taking the medication.

So, I took the plunge, stopped taking the pills and went to the doc last Monday.

I had blood sucked and had an x-ray on the foot. The Doc gave me a new prescription. This time for another NSAID (non-steroidal anti-inflammatory drug) called Meloxicam. I am on the 5th day of this drug and my foot is as bad as ever. Walking involves a constant stabbing fire of pain through my foot every step I take, and this means putting a lot more pressure on my right leg and knee (remember the knee problems I had earlier this year?). Tops.

The Results?

X-Ray? All Clear.

Blood Tests? Apparently the doctor wants to see me about some of the results, specifically my cholesterol level.

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Awesome.

So the tests will show up something else that’s going wrong with me and not help with my fucking throbbing foot.

So, back to the quack on Monday arvo to find out what happens next.

I am partial to a saw.

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To Be Continued….

It’s official. I’m falling apart.

Ever woken up in the middle of the night to take a piss  and then find yourself on the floor?

No No, not when you’ve had one too many tequilas!

This happened to me Monday morning last week at around 3am. I was then unable to put any pressure on my leg, or straighten it or bend it properly for about 3 days.

Luckily on the Thursday it was good enough for me to drive up to Sydney and go to the Big Day Out.

There has been a pain in my knee the whole time though, although the worst of it was in the first couple of days. I physically couldn’t straighten my leg out because it hurt so much.

I saw a friend who is a doctor and I went to the Emergency Room, but there was no definitive answer. I was presuming it was some sort of arthritic condition similar to what had happened in my foot.

Anyway, I went to see a doctor yesterday as recommended by LaLa. He’s had..umm..quite a lot to do with her in the past…if you get my drift.

I was there about 2 minutes. He made me lie back and bend my legs and he knew what it was straight away.

Apparently, I dislocated my kneecap (patella) whilst asleep, but it popped straight back in. It would have been worse if it had stayed dislocated for longer. It hurt enough as it was, but I have read of some horror stories where people have had to keep their knee immobilised for weeks.

So anyway, I guess I’m just falling apart.

Poke, Zap, Stab.

250 minutes of my life were spent in an Emergency Room tonight.

Why?

No Doc appointment till Thursday and Mr. McLimpy was getting close to being called Mr. McChainsawOffMyLeg.

So I took the plunge and went to the ER to get an opinion on this stupid knee pain.

Examination? Nothing.

X-ray? Nothing.

Blood Test? Nothing.

Which I spose is good, but dammit, I’d like to know what’s wrong with it.

So I keep taking Indomethacin and hope that it fixes it well enough by Friday.

But I read a lot of my Andrew Johns Autobiography I got for Christmas (man..and I complain about my injury. He was a walking cripple for 13 years) and listened to 250 minutes of Bjork in preperation for Friday, although I think Enny wins in the Bjork adoration stakes!

See you there Ms. Enny!