The Foot Saga

Okay, so I know you are all probalby sick and tired of hearing about my stupid feet.  Frankly, I'm tired of dealing with issues due to my stupid feet!

So this story is in no way inspirational or uplifting, unless, that is, you are a podiatrist who sees me as a potential customer! LOL!

So, I go to the doctor this afternoon.  I know that I have a bad sprain.  I hobble in on my crutches.  I had no appointment, I was a 'walk in'  - or appropriately - a 'limp in'.  My goal was to just make sure my ankle or foot wasn't broken.  After thoroughly checking my right foot, my doctor informs me that I possibibly had stretched tendons in my foot.  That popping sound I heard accompanied by immediate pain was a ligament tearing in my ankle.  Nice!  Whether sprained or broken, my ankle will take 4 to 6 weeks to heal!  Grrrr!!!!  I had just been able to start back exercising after my last broken foot saga! 

My doctor then whips out her prescription pad, writing me a prescription for Ibuproferin (800mg) for inflammation and Darvocet for pain.  She sends me off to Pensacola to get an Xray to check for fractures.  Total time in doctor's office plus xray and travel from/to Pensacola - less than 1 hour!!!  One thing I've learned from this big ole' mess is that Friday afternoons are the best time to go to the doctor or have an xray done.  Why?  Because NO ONE wants to be hanging out in the doctor's office on a sunny, summer Friday afternoon! 

So, after returning to Pace, I hit the pharmacy to fill my prescription.  After I picked up my prescription, I picked Britt up from school and we got our hair done...we were waaayy overdue.  So as I sit, trying to enjoy my hair appointment, my foot starts swelling, bigger and bigger.  By the time I got home my foot looked like an inflated balloon version of it's former self!  I break out my prescription Ibuproferin and to my surprise...there are FOUR BIG FAT prescription bottles ALL labelled IBUPROFERIN!  I thought, this must be a  MISTAKE!  My doctor had prescribed 90 pills!  Ninety of those jokers!  Say what???

But then I remembered....4 to 6 weeks! 

After all this, all I can think is, "Thank goodness I had a pedicure this week!"

It's all good!

In His Love, Cathy