Friday, October 15, 2010
I didn't realize until I searched just now that it was in February that I saw a doctor about my ankle. I was thinking that I'd gone in June, because I know that it had been hurting for at least six months at the time. But it was February, which means that I've been having ankle pain for a goddamn year or more. The cortisone shot I received back then relieved the discomfort for a couple of weeks, but the pain came back, and, over the last eight(!) months, it's steadily got worse. So much so, I no longer want to walk for exercise. And that sucks.
I have (a) a high tolerance for pain and (b) a distinct lack of desire to see doctors, which is why I've been putting up with this for so long. But I'm tired of it now. I want to find out what's wrong, and have some treatment options. I didn't get any today. Dr Lee said the bones look fine on the xray, so I need an MRI to determine what's going on.
And, of course, I couldn't just go over the road to the hospital and get an MRI. They need to clear it with my insurance company, then I can make an appointment. Then the radiologist needs to report back to the orthopedist, and then they'll call me to come back for treatment. This could take a while.
Meanwhile, I am grateful that my only health concern is a minor one. Apart from my right lower extremity, I'm fighting fit. And happy. Even though my scaling & foreshortening on the above illustration are WAY off.
P.S. I saw another movie this evening. I know!!! "Nowhere Boy", about the teen John Lennon. I liked it! Maybe I could get used to this 'going to movies' idea.
Posted by Hashi at 9:57 PM