The Dutch Files

I am off to see my GP for a follow up visit to have my inflamed ankle’s progress looked at.

It’s no longer swollen, well not most of the day anyway. And I can see the contours of my ankle again and fit into my shoe. So hopefully the meds and staying off my foot as much as I can, has done the trick, for now…

I’ll update as soon as I am back at the office…

UPDATE 1 p.m.

Dr’s verdict: inflammation allllmooost under control, continuing medication, keep using crutches till end of the week and then trying without the week after as much as possible. Follow up check on Thursday. My verdict: Thank Gawd the pain has subsided and ok, I can deal with the crutches for another 1.1.5 wk if I have to. I’ll be a good girl… for now…

So… ending up with a cut in the palm of your hand

while being crutches-bound for the next week or so..?

Bad timing…

Very very bad timing…

Say “hello” to my  new best friends…

Yes, I turned 40 only a mere 4 days ago and my body is already falling apart…

It turns out that the pain that made me want to gnaw my foot off in the past week is an inflammation of my ankle joint.  And I can tell you, the pain that goes with that kind of inflammation, it is the fucking worst pain I have felt since I gave birth to The Kid. And I am no wimp where pain is concerned.

Finally, Tuesdaymorning I ended up at my GP for a 2nd visit (as the first time we couldn’t identify the pain and then it subsided for a bit, before it got worse again) and it was clear that ticking all the boxes it was in fact my ankle joint giving me grief. She knew that asking me to go home and put my feet up for a week, would be like talking to a brick wall. So she made me a deal that she’d give me medication to treat the inflammation and give me some better pain relief, and I could go to the office and go about my daily routine, but only… IF…

I would go get myself a pair of crutches and promise to use them whenever I would get up to walk around… So that’s what I am doing right now… Huddling around on crutches, stuffed with anti-inflammation/pain meds…

And the good news? * insert oooooodles of sarcasm* This cóuld possibly be a “one off”. But seeing as rheumatic disease runs in the family on my Mom’s side and the fact that I have before suffered from stiff and tender joints whenever I have a bronchitis… The chances that this is a “one off” are fairly small…

But for now I am ignoring that and hoping that it is a “one off”…

I had a great day yesterday with dinner with my family, The Kid home from a stay with his dad for a day especially for his birthday (he’s going back for another 3 days before he’s home again), my Twitter, blog and Facebook exploding with messages, birthdaycards and presents in the mail… Thanks!!! I feel so blessed with all of you peeps in my life!

There was a tiny little thing overshadowing all the good stuff though. It’s something that has been bothering me for about a week now and it got worse over the past few days. My right foot is aching. And when I say aching, that is the understatement of the century. It’s hurting like crazy. I mean like it’s about to explode and blow off my leg. Trust me, where pain is concerned I am no wimp. I have a high pain threshold. I can take pain, but this pain in my foot. It’s the worst pain I have suffered since childbirth. Seriously!

Earlier in the week I visited my GP and though he could see I was in pain, there was nothing to see. No swelling, no red skin, no weird spots, nothing. So I went home with a few painkillers and for a day or so things subsided. And then during the spa day with The Mom it came back, with a vengeance. Mo-Ther-Fuck! And then yesterday there finally was some visible swelling at the side of my foot showing… and my foot is noticeably swollen now. And walking or putting any pressure on it? Ha! Everytime I try I feel like beating the shit out of someone and screaming some really nasty words just for the heck of it. Hurt!!!

The Kid stayed over here last night and he was the sweetest. Asking me if he could get me anything, fluffing up the pillow behind my back on the couch, assisting me while I huddled through the appartment. I stayed off my foot most of the night and after I fell asleep (after much swearing and bitching from the pain and not being able to find a comfortable position for my foot), it feels a tad better. Just a tad. And I can feel it’s not gone yet, it will probably be back with it’s bitchin’ unbereable pain by tonight. As it has done over the past few days, it always got worse at night. So I will be staying off this foot as much as I can today, and tomorrow I am back at the GP.

See, I just turned 40 and my body is already falling apart! Damn! I just knéw it!!!

I know it’s “only” Thursday but me and my body and my brain and my life are sooooooooo ready for the weekend!

And I add to this that I totally absolutely whole heartedly concur with the tweet that ZenBitch just sent out…

Can someone get me one of those?