So, about three weeks ago, I had a fasciitis flare up.
I did what my people do and rubbed some dirt on it, cut the dogs' walk short but kept walking, kept aqua exercising, and only when I was home allowed myself to sag in any chair I could find.
The flare up faded, but I somehow screwed up the muscles in the back of my leg.
Yes, I literally sprained my ass.
Thigh, calf, ankle--all hurt. Lots of Motrin. Still hurt.
Called the doctor, who said, "Hey, I don't even know you--go take some blood tests, okay?"
*whine* Yeah, sure, I took some blood tests--which all came back GREAT, btw, as in my blood sugar went down to regular, NON pre diabetic levels, and for a whole minute I was proud and excited until I realized hey, I hadn't lost a motherfucking pound.
Anyway-- in the meantime, the strained muscles went away, but last night, my foot started to hurt.
Really frickin bad.
Wake Mate up to go get me Motrin so I could walk to the bathroom to pee sort of bad.
This morning was my scheduled doctor's appointment, and I swear I almost turned around when I stopped to get coffee because driving hurt so bad.
I didn't--I limped into the doctor's office, and a bunch of stuff was discussed, including my ROCKING TEST SCORES which show I've been doing GREAT on my diet, except, you know STILL GODDAMNED FAT. (I'm not a little bitter about this in the same way I'm not a little bitter that HRC isn't my president right now. We're talking THAT LEVEL of cosmic betrayal here.)
Anyway, the doctor did an interesting thing.
I was expecting a prescription--which I intended to mail order because I didn't want to walk to the pharmacy, and I expected a lecture on the weight, and hey, see the bitterness mentioned above, but what I did not, positively NEVER expected was that she would order me an injection of Toradol to ease the pain I was experiencing RIGHT THE FUCK THEN.
Oh my God--in my entire history as a patient, no doctor ever did a thing to put me out of my immediate misery without judgment or hesitation.
It went into effect as I was driving home. It still hurt when I walked, but I wasn't in tears when I drove, and God.
Oh my God.
Just one day without pain.
The injection didn't start to wear off until later tonight, and in the meantime, I was a good girl and elevated my feet and even used an ice pack (and ate cookies because I was still miserable about the weight) but dude.
If she can put me out of my misery for just a day--I just might be on board this doctor's train.
I think all doctors should maybe make pain relief a priority, don't you think?