About a week ago, yours truly started to notice her feet kept hurting, especially one side. Being on my feet, even just to go to dinner, was a big mistake. Incidentally, it’s always nice having a Medical Professional as a friend. As a P.A. my friend Cazador de Zorra does a lot of medical diagnosis. After Easter dinner, my friend stopped over. I yanked off my sock and asked him to look at my foot. After all, what are friends for? Happy Easter! Time for the Bunny Sock!
I was diagnosed with something I had never heard of. Because of my autoimmune issues, my first line of defense cannot be Pharmaceuticals, since I’m that .0005% of the population that will have severe and potentially life threatening complications from drug use, so he couldn’t write a prescription. Obviously I would make a poor drug abuser, but I digress.
My last venture outside was going to the doctor’s office. Just going up 3 flights of stairs felt like I was scaling the Patagonia mountains wearing a sleeping bag. As soon as I got inside, I quickly adopted the horizontal position, getting up only to take my meds and to set a timer so I would get up for the next dosage.
I’m not feeling too dainty when I look down and see that it looks like a balloon resembling a foot, with sausages instead of toes. Standing up was quite an instant wake up experience, a real screamer to be exact. Times like this, my years taking martial arts seem like a fleeting hallucination.
My friend Miguel dropped off a cane that his parent’s had. Miguel happens to be a sort of friend of the family. Our families knew some of the same people, though not each other, so there is a familial connection of sorts. Besides the BEEG FOOT, having a cane really made me feel like a little old lady. Great! One thing for sure, having a cane also took the pressure off the blow foot.
Being under strict orders to continue bedrest while my body fights off an infection has meant catching up on DVD’s and staying horizontal. A friend gave me the entire series of Frasier, which has been the perfect “get well gift.” Frasier was funny back when it first came out. Watching it bedridden, I’m finding it hilarious. I can’t stop identifying with “Marty Crane” though…
