It's that new kind of pain.
So yesterday I went in for another treatment on my foot.
Previously the treatments hadn't been bad, and even with the liquid nitrogen I didn't feel much more than a twinge.
Well, my doctor wanted things to progress a little more quickly and decided that he was going to cut away material with a scalpel. I had no problem with this, as another doctor had done a similar treatment a few years ago. He kept digging until I figured I wouldn't be able to mind the pain anymore, and tried calming to ask him to stop. He did, gave me some gauze to hold over where he'd been cutting (there was only a small amount of blood, nothing to worry about), but then reached over and grabbed his liquid nitrogen dispenser.
Needless to say, after the work he had just done there were a lot of exposed nerves... or at least that's the way it felt.
Two treatments of liquid nitrogen and I was free to find my way home.
I hobbled through The Bay and over to Stellas where I met viridis_ama for supper. She said that I looked like I was in so much pain the only thing she could do for me was buy me a coffee... stat!
Unfortunately we didn't have any Advil, and this was a new kind've hurt I wasn't used to. My cracked ribs didn't hurt like this, my broken toes didn't hurt like this. And of course... it was my right foot that had been operated on. And I had to make my way back to the Portage Place parkade (I wanted to treat the car to a bit of warmth while I was out) and then drive home.
Taking the bus downtown would've been a very smart idea. If we were stopped at a light for any length of time I had to hold down the brake peddle with my left foot. Luckily it's only a short drive home, but I do think that any plans I had for getting stuff done this week-end may have to be slightly re-jigged.
In the end, the doctor thinks things have turned a corner so I'm going to go with the theory that this was the worst of it.
Now, to find more Advil.
Previously the treatments hadn't been bad, and even with the liquid nitrogen I didn't feel much more than a twinge.
Well, my doctor wanted things to progress a little more quickly and decided that he was going to cut away material with a scalpel. I had no problem with this, as another doctor had done a similar treatment a few years ago. He kept digging until I figured I wouldn't be able to mind the pain anymore, and tried calming to ask him to stop. He did, gave me some gauze to hold over where he'd been cutting (there was only a small amount of blood, nothing to worry about), but then reached over and grabbed his liquid nitrogen dispenser.
Needless to say, after the work he had just done there were a lot of exposed nerves... or at least that's the way it felt.
Two treatments of liquid nitrogen and I was free to find my way home.
I hobbled through The Bay and over to Stellas where I met viridis_ama for supper. She said that I looked like I was in so much pain the only thing she could do for me was buy me a coffee... stat!
Unfortunately we didn't have any Advil, and this was a new kind've hurt I wasn't used to. My cracked ribs didn't hurt like this, my broken toes didn't hurt like this. And of course... it was my right foot that had been operated on. And I had to make my way back to the Portage Place parkade (I wanted to treat the car to a bit of warmth while I was out) and then drive home.
Taking the bus downtown would've been a very smart idea. If we were stopped at a light for any length of time I had to hold down the brake peddle with my left foot. Luckily it's only a short drive home, but I do think that any plans I had for getting stuff done this week-end may have to be slightly re-jigged.
In the end, the doctor thinks things have turned a corner so I'm going to go with the theory that this was the worst of it.
Now, to find more Advil.