"Good news, you're not a hypochrondriac!"
So I went to the podiatrist yesterday morning, zombie-like from lack of sleep (darn thunderstorms). I had obsessively manicured my feet the night before because I was super self conscious about someone touching my feet.
He seemed pretty dismissive of my pain till he took X-rays. Then he got pretty serious and grave. My left foot, aka all I got to stand on, is in pretty bad shape. The right looks like a freak show. Like, I can't believe when I saw the x-ray that he didn't want to do surgery. Yet.
Anyway, he decided my skin was so sensitive if he taped my foot up it would have a reaction, so he decided he would just inject the heel with some anesthetic and cortisone, but the cortisone wouldn't help until the following day. "Bad foot numb for work?" I thought naively, "Sweet!"
So he gets out this thick three inch long needle. Suddenly this is not looking so good. "You'll feel a little poke", he says, before jabbing it through my heel. HOLY MOTHEROFGODAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
I didn't scream, but I came bloody close.
Okay, I was at my pain threshold for not screaming with him just brushing his thumbs over the heel. You know, before he stabbed me through the foot. And then started injecting battery acid into me, slowly, very slowly--let's just say if I'd had any idea of how much that would hurt I would have run out of there, well hobbled painfully. Getting my usual 14 shots at the dentist is nothing compared to that!!!!! I forgot that anesthetic burns like fire when they put it in, and cortisone, frak, my allergist calls that "stuff that makes grown men cry". It BURNSSSSSSSSSS us precious. I was shaking still an hour later.
So he actually gave me some barely adequate painkiller and told me to take them even at work--which wasn't supposed to make me loopy, but I was sure manic as heck last night. I dropped off the prescription, went and got a sandwich to take it with, drove home, realized I forgot to get the medicine, drove back to town, drove home, realized I hadn't stopped to yell at the bank again and cash my check, or mailed my bills, but by that time I had just enough time to eat before work.
I had to work nine hours after getting stabbed. My foot reminded me constantly, "Hey, I've just been stabbed--can you feel it?!" And it itched and burned and the part he jabbed it in swelled up. I actually screwed up my sock scratching my foot so much. I wasn't sure if it was any better, but I was damn glad I hadn't let him do the other foot. There was no way! Every time I leaned too far to the right I started to fall over, and had to grab the counter and pull myself back. By hour 7.5 into work I actually started to notice a change for the better in my foot, though I was still lame as heck.
Anyway, I have to go back in a week and get stabbed again in the foot (which makes me shake just thinking about it). And he went on about possibly making special insoles and shoes for me, which is what I thought would happen in the first place. I kept wondering why it felt like I had a huge pointy curved bone sticking out of my heel bone, it's cause I *do* have a giant sharp bone growth sticking out of my heel, both heels, but the right side is four times as long. And my supportive tissue is all gone to fuck too. When the specialist looks at you and is like, "How are you walking?" you know you are in trouble.
Mom gave me crap for going to the podiatrist at all, going on about how much it would cost (I have no idea, but he takes my insurance), how all they do is inject cortisone and tape your feet (that's information she should have shared BEFORE I went), and just made me feel really bad about the whole fiasco. My sister of all people pointed out that I was talking to Mom, aka the person who refused to go see a doctor until she'd damaged her heart and greatly shortened her lifespan, and came within a hair of killing herself. Again. And that I was actually trying to do something to improve my condition (she'd made a crack weeks ago about me working at this job till the bones came out of my foot--strangely accurate diagnosis there). and you know what? No matter what it costs, it's my friggin' money! If I want to spend it on something so frivolous as you know, not having completely debilitating pain, then that's my business.
But, I did fall asleep when I got home without spending hours trying cause my foot hurt too bad to sleep. And I did have a twilight period when Miss Kitty woke me where it wasn't throbbing yet, and she even rubbed on my foot and it didn't make me want to shriek. I actually was able to walk immediately when I got up, instead of falling back down several times cause my foot was too cramped and painful, which has come to be normal for me. Course, it's throbbing now when I'm just sitting. I didn't take any painkiller yet, I'm supposed to stay on it 24/7, but I can tell it's already wrecking my stomach, plus I want to schedule it around my breaks at work.
My other browser updated itself and now it can't figure out how to get online. *shakes fist* I'm deleting that sucker and reinstalling, which is a giant pain.
I should be in bed still, but I never had dinner and so when the cat woke me I woke up starving. I needed to do laundry last night, but we had thunderstorms all day, and last night there was so much crazy lightning, no way was I going out. I feel asleep waiting for the storms to pass. Weird lightning, it was all pale pink, and didn't just flash, the bolts burst out of the clouds in different directions and ran along them across the sky, sometimes for as long as thirty seconds. It was a freak weird lightshow. Yeah, not a good time to be outside. Oh, the stupid weatherman swore in the morning there would be no tornados, lies.
I'm hoping it will be cooler today and less muggy, cause yesterday everything, including the people, were dripping water. It actually got coolish overnight, which is a blessing after the last few days. The last few nights it has been in the nineties in here even with the fans going. I'm going to try and stand and investigate that pan I left to soak, see if I can wash it now and make me some "Voila" quick. I love that stir-fry stuff. And then maybe a couple more hours of sleep. It would be nice to get eight hours for once.
Oh yeah, I was watching more cartoon of episodes from my youth, and there was a scene where some kid says, "We're children of the eighties. We're not going to fall for that." LOL I remember people saying all the time, "This is the Nineties now, ----" I don't remember kids doing that in the eighties.
Oh yeah that scene that made me WTF I talked about yesterday. Where one of the heroes spanks the bad guy--actually, he has a giant squid that is controlled by remote control pick up the bad guys and spank them. I keep thinking that it was a good thing that wasn't animated by Japan, cause the scene would have ended WAYYYY differently. LOL Course, it wouldn't have been a children's show anymore. :P Okay, ignore my strange humor.
ETA: My uncle is home from the hospital. I bet he in in some terrible pain.
Oh, and I got my web borwser working again. I reinstalled it and it was still not working, so then I googled the problem which I should have done in the first place, and got it fixed.
He seemed pretty dismissive of my pain till he took X-rays. Then he got pretty serious and grave. My left foot, aka all I got to stand on, is in pretty bad shape. The right looks like a freak show. Like, I can't believe when I saw the x-ray that he didn't want to do surgery. Yet.
Anyway, he decided my skin was so sensitive if he taped my foot up it would have a reaction, so he decided he would just inject the heel with some anesthetic and cortisone, but the cortisone wouldn't help until the following day. "Bad foot numb for work?" I thought naively, "Sweet!"
So he gets out this thick three inch long needle. Suddenly this is not looking so good. "You'll feel a little poke", he says, before jabbing it through my heel. HOLY MOTHEROFGODAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
I didn't scream, but I came bloody close.
Okay, I was at my pain threshold for not screaming with him just brushing his thumbs over the heel. You know, before he stabbed me through the foot. And then started injecting battery acid into me, slowly, very slowly--let's just say if I'd had any idea of how much that would hurt I would have run out of there, well hobbled painfully. Getting my usual 14 shots at the dentist is nothing compared to that!!!!! I forgot that anesthetic burns like fire when they put it in, and cortisone, frak, my allergist calls that "stuff that makes grown men cry". It BURNSSSSSSSSSS us precious. I was shaking still an hour later.
So he actually gave me some barely adequate painkiller and told me to take them even at work--which wasn't supposed to make me loopy, but I was sure manic as heck last night. I dropped off the prescription, went and got a sandwich to take it with, drove home, realized I forgot to get the medicine, drove back to town, drove home, realized I hadn't stopped to yell at the bank again and cash my check, or mailed my bills, but by that time I had just enough time to eat before work.
I had to work nine hours after getting stabbed. My foot reminded me constantly, "Hey, I've just been stabbed--can you feel it?!" And it itched and burned and the part he jabbed it in swelled up. I actually screwed up my sock scratching my foot so much. I wasn't sure if it was any better, but I was damn glad I hadn't let him do the other foot. There was no way! Every time I leaned too far to the right I started to fall over, and had to grab the counter and pull myself back. By hour 7.5 into work I actually started to notice a change for the better in my foot, though I was still lame as heck.
Anyway, I have to go back in a week and get stabbed again in the foot (which makes me shake just thinking about it). And he went on about possibly making special insoles and shoes for me, which is what I thought would happen in the first place. I kept wondering why it felt like I had a huge pointy curved bone sticking out of my heel bone, it's cause I *do* have a giant sharp bone growth sticking out of my heel, both heels, but the right side is four times as long. And my supportive tissue is all gone to fuck too. When the specialist looks at you and is like, "How are you walking?" you know you are in trouble.
Mom gave me crap for going to the podiatrist at all, going on about how much it would cost (I have no idea, but he takes my insurance), how all they do is inject cortisone and tape your feet (that's information she should have shared BEFORE I went), and just made me feel really bad about the whole fiasco. My sister of all people pointed out that I was talking to Mom, aka the person who refused to go see a doctor until she'd damaged her heart and greatly shortened her lifespan, and came within a hair of killing herself. Again. And that I was actually trying to do something to improve my condition (she'd made a crack weeks ago about me working at this job till the bones came out of my foot--strangely accurate diagnosis there). and you know what? No matter what it costs, it's my friggin' money! If I want to spend it on something so frivolous as you know, not having completely debilitating pain, then that's my business.
But, I did fall asleep when I got home without spending hours trying cause my foot hurt too bad to sleep. And I did have a twilight period when Miss Kitty woke me where it wasn't throbbing yet, and she even rubbed on my foot and it didn't make me want to shriek. I actually was able to walk immediately when I got up, instead of falling back down several times cause my foot was too cramped and painful, which has come to be normal for me. Course, it's throbbing now when I'm just sitting. I didn't take any painkiller yet, I'm supposed to stay on it 24/7, but I can tell it's already wrecking my stomach, plus I want to schedule it around my breaks at work.
My other browser updated itself and now it can't figure out how to get online. *shakes fist* I'm deleting that sucker and reinstalling, which is a giant pain.
I should be in bed still, but I never had dinner and so when the cat woke me I woke up starving. I needed to do laundry last night, but we had thunderstorms all day, and last night there was so much crazy lightning, no way was I going out. I feel asleep waiting for the storms to pass. Weird lightning, it was all pale pink, and didn't just flash, the bolts burst out of the clouds in different directions and ran along them across the sky, sometimes for as long as thirty seconds. It was a freak weird lightshow. Yeah, not a good time to be outside. Oh, the stupid weatherman swore in the morning there would be no tornados, lies.
I'm hoping it will be cooler today and less muggy, cause yesterday everything, including the people, were dripping water. It actually got coolish overnight, which is a blessing after the last few days. The last few nights it has been in the nineties in here even with the fans going. I'm going to try and stand and investigate that pan I left to soak, see if I can wash it now and make me some "Voila" quick. I love that stir-fry stuff. And then maybe a couple more hours of sleep. It would be nice to get eight hours for once.
Oh yeah, I was watching more cartoon of episodes from my youth, and there was a scene where some kid says, "We're children of the eighties. We're not going to fall for that." LOL I remember people saying all the time, "This is the Nineties now, ----" I don't remember kids doing that in the eighties.
Oh yeah that scene that made me WTF I talked about yesterday. Where one of the heroes spanks the bad guy--actually, he has a giant squid that is controlled by remote control pick up the bad guys and spank them. I keep thinking that it was a good thing that wasn't animated by Japan, cause the scene would have ended WAYYYY differently. LOL Course, it wouldn't have been a children's show anymore. :P Okay, ignore my strange humor.
ETA: My uncle is home from the hospital. I bet he in in some terrible pain.
Oh, and I got my web borwser working again. I reinstalled it and it was still not working, so then I googled the problem which I should have done in the first place, and got it fixed.