07.27
Well, I’m a gimp. What I thought was a stress fracture in my foot has turned into a full blow case of gout. In short, it’s a form of arthritis that hits a joint (usually a big toe…like mine) with a lot of pain due to the buildup of uric acid.
Because my initial thought was that I had a fracture, the plan was to just wait it out until it healed up. But by last Saturday (7/24), the pain was simply more than I could handle. I called my physician’s office with the hope of getting an appointment on Monday but was pleasantly surprised to learn that they were open and I had about an hour before close. Needless to say I bolted over and ended up leaving there with a steroid-based anti-inflammatory shot to my highney, a prescription for colchicine, and warning that it might give me the squirts.
It’s been almost 36 hours since all that happened, and I’m still experiencing symptoms. My toe is still a little swollen, but the pain isn’t nearly as excruciating as it was on Saturday. I’m still taking my meds and have been instructed to do so until it gets better. But more than all the crap that has happened as a result of this attack I’ve really come to appreciate what a blessing it is to be able to move around and do things, unhindered. All of a sudden, mowing the lawn and working on the pool under a 100 degree heat index isn’t so bad when compared to being stuck inside all day.
I also found out that I’m not the only one who’s experienced this. Gout shout anyone?

























