As you may recall, I've recently enlisted the services of the very outstanding Dr. Gubler for my constant foot pain. Last week, I had to go see another nice doctor who stabbed me with needles and electrocuted me. (I don't recall seeing that in the torture memo, but it hurts and I would have confessed to make it stop...)
Today, I went back to Dr. Gubler so that he could cure me. [It is important for you to remember that I am a fibro patient and actually receiving a diagnosis of any sort is a good thing. When you've been told that you are crazy and there is nothing wrong with you for years, it is nice to know you aren't making shit up in your head.] My NCV came back abnormal.
I have tarsal tunnel. Dr. Gubler gave me a shot of Kenalog right in the tattoo. [Okay, I think it was in the tattoo. It is covered with a band aid. I advised them of my propensity for fainting, so i was sort of hanging upside down while I got the shot, which was neat.]
I am to treat it with ice and anti-inflammatory meds. This was a kick in the ass because I typically treat my sore feet and ankles with a warm soak in epsom salt. Oops.
As part of my treatment, along with the shot of Kenalog, I have to wear practical "structured" shoes. The full extent of this order has not remotely hit me yet. I'll be weeping in the closet with all of my babies this weekend, I'm sure. I never even got to premiere the most beautiful addition to the spring collection... It is a sad day indeed. (Look, I'm going to wear them, but it might be freaking summer and it was already 92 degrees here today, so it's already just like summer. I wanted to wear them in SPRING.)
My foot feels better from the shot. It's like my heel is a shock absorbing cloud. That may be because it's numb. I can't be trusted to tell the difference. I guess if the shot works, I will go and get it in my stupid left foot too.
I was trying to start a yeast detox today (again) because of the antibiotics and steroids over the past couple of months, so my body got to deal with diflucan and kenalog. Good times. Not to mention restarting valtrex a few days ago. (Look, Ma, no vomiting in four days - it must be a record!) [For the three of you who now think I have stuff going on down there, I have Epstein Barr, which is a herpes virus (HHV-4) and is sometimes treated with Valtrex or its evil cousin, Valcyte.
I will do my best to heal my stupid heels. (heh. heal/heel. that amused me. must be the Kenalog.) But I cannot say that it will keep me away from my beloved shoes forever... (i.e., Kellie, don't get your hopes up yet. You'll have to pry them from my dead hands before you get my sculpture garden that easily.)
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thank god you didn't link "structured shoes"!! i am ready to organize a bake sale in front of my grocer. i have shoe #2 of three of the DWTS shoes printed and taped to a coffee can with some change already thrown in to encourage donations. you love shoes more than anyone i know - your feet deserve their place in the sun! this can't happen to you! tell us what we can do to help!!!!
Posted by: magickat | April 20, 2009 at 10:08 PM
You need new feet. I would not mind having some Barbi type feet. Perfectly pointy for all my shoes. I had to buy a new pair of jeans since all of mine are the length for 3" or higher heels. I have started wearing Dr. Marten's on Fridays. Whatever.
How long will this last? Bastard feet!
Posted by: Ganners | April 24, 2009 at 03:58 PM