My week began, of course, with my beloved Chicago Bears losing the Super Bowl. It hurt. It didn't help that at my Super Bowl party my uncle was rubbing it in that my team lost. I did have a great spread of food though.
Tuesday:
Went to the podiatrist (foot doctor). At first he gave me a bunch of different options including a slew of evasive surgeries that would keep me off my feet for 4 months at a minimum. Joy. It was odd though because my normal podiatrist had never mentioned these surgeries before.
So the podiatrist on Tuesday ordered for some x-rays and an ultrasound that can only be done by one radiologist in the Twin Cities. He read the X-rays. He was speechless. He didn't know what to make of my foot and said I was his most unusual case. Normally people would be worried to hear this, I was actually reassured. All of my podiatrists have said this, and it worried me when this guy thought he could diagnose me right away; boy was he wrong. Completely wrong. In fact he was going to share my case with colleagues at their weekly dinner where they share their "unique" cases.
So I am back to square 1 with my feet, no one knows what to do with them because they have never seen anything like them.
Wednesday:
Oh how I loved today. I spent 4 hours in the ER. Specifically 4AM-8AM. I woke up in pain at 3:30AM, severe pain. I had the same pain as I did when I had my kidney stone in August. I assumed I had another kidney stone. I woke up my sister-in-law and her parents (my brother was gone on business), so she and her dad took me to the hospital.
At the hospital they gave me 8mg of morphine pretty quickly. It didn't really help. Another nurse came in to try and do something for the pain and didn't believe I had already received 8mg of morphine, so he went and confirmed with the other nurse and doc. They confirmed it including the doc saying, "well he is a big boy". Thanks doc. They then gave me more morphine.
Well the verdict was it wasn't a kidney stone...nor appendicitis, infection, muscle spasm...etc. In fact they had no idea, especially when the pain got worse, the worse it had ever been. They then gave me percoset (sp?) and eventually released me. They have no idea what I had, and said I had "abdominal pain" in the release sheet, yet oddly enough the only pain I had was in my kidney.
Can I just get my own MASH unit or personal ER team to follow me around?
God it is only Wednesday, what will the rest of the week bring me?
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I will confirm that his uncle was rubbing it in our faces and that he had good food. Crazy Uncle Funny.
Were the surgeries evasive or invasive? The surgeries avoided your feet or dug into them?
Don't die before lending me your allen wrenches.
I still want your stuff.
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