Despite still being laid low with an awful dose of this year’s variant of the flu virus Karen very kindly gave me a lift to the local hospital yesterday afternoon so I could keep my appointment with the highly esteemed foot specialist... regular readers of this blog will know of my recent foot problems; irregular readers can bone up here.
Cue half an hour of being sent one way and then the other due to an IT breakdown which meant the receptionists were reduced to using paper and high-lighter pen to impose some sort of order on the hordes of injured and diseased that were clamouring for palliative attention in front of their desks.
Cue half an hour of sitting in a waiting room that positively howled with the décor of an Eastern Block abattoir...
...until I was finally called into a radiation proof room to have my sorry-looking feet X-rayed from a multitude of various angles and uncomfortable positions.
Then we had another half an hour wait while the specialist looked at the resultant images before I was eventually called in to see him.
And the final diagnosis?
Well, certainly I have hallux valgus but the condition (at the moment) doesn’t warrant an operation of any kind or intervention aside from decent shoes and insoles. The pain I was in, dear people, was actually caused by the fact I’d had two broken bones in my foot! Bones that now – thankfully and miraculously given that I’ve been walking on them for the last 2 months – have healed quite nicely and knitted together very healthily.
Amazing. Especially as I also underwent 4 weeks of fairly rigorous physiotherapy not long after the foot injury first occurred.
No wonder it bloody hurt so much!
Anyway Karen’s being really sweet and says she feels bad that I didn’t get all the sympathy that I deserved at the time so is now intent on giving it to me belatedly.
Me? I’m gonna put my feet up and milk it for all it’s worth!
3 comments:
Wow, that was unexpected... broken bones! Heheh, at least there's a silver lining..;-)
Ouch!
I once broke a toe and that was painful but at least I knew it was broken.You must have been in agony.
I am a nurse and I worked on an Orthopaedics ward and you would be shocked to hear how many broken bones get missed!I have a friend who broke bones in his neck and the doctors missed it and had him walking around on the ward for two days before they realised what had really happened.Thankfully the spinal cord was only a little bruised and he was able to walk again.
Geez... I'm now counting my blessings it was only my foot and nothing more serious!
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