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Reasons to be Cheerful #R2BC
Time is the solution
Earlier today, I had a rant on Twitter about my #brokenbum
Rant Alert, just a warning, I am going into rant mode
I have a damaged coccyx and its been like it for over 4 months. It hurts to lie in bed and sit in a chair (my two favourite occupations)
GP today agreed to x-ray as it has been going on for so long and I am getting tired of the pain. Its just getting me down
X-ray makes me feel like we are doing something, but call from hospital and they won't x-ray. There is no point, it won't change anything
even if it is broken, there isn't a lot that can be done! WTF! In this day and age??????
I am really mad and angry, but its undirected. It isn't anyone's faults, its just the way it is. But....I'm still angry & pissed off
I'm in pain and there is fuck all I can do about it.
I'd like to say I'm calming down, but that would be a lie. Telephone consult with GP booked. Hopefully I will more accepting by then.
Today, I've had enough; was the day, the pain wore me down. Today the straw broke my back and not just the camel's. I was upset and annoyed and wanted to blame someone, caught in a cycle of negative emotion, unproductive tears. I'm in pain and discomfort and not being able to brush it off and joke anymore.
Today I couldn't see the bright side. With everything I have dealt with in the last year, with all that I have coped with over the last six years, to be told I couldn't have an x-ray was what sent me over the edge.I felt out of control, weak and vulnerable. I can't sit in a chair, drive the car, lie in my bed without feeling sore, and I'd had enough.
Today was the day I lost it
But, I took some time, time for me to think it through. Time to put things into perspective and time is what is needed. Time for those useless bunch of bones to heal and settle.
My glass half full philosophy started to do its job. At least its only sitting and laying down which hurts! I'm better off than a lot of people!
I took the time to devise a plan, to speak to my GP again as I may be like this for quite a few months yet. Request for stronger painkillers, for him to speak to colleagues and get advice on the next steps. My plan now is to take control of my environment and sort out a new chair at work and at home, to cut down on my discomfort and pain.
Today is the day I decided to stop letting my #brokenbum control me and my emotions. Today I actually found my inner strength and resolve; what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger
Dear Santa....
But I've just seen something, which is calling to me, its fate. I can't resist.
I have been a good girl this year Santa, do you think you could see to it there is one of these in my stocking?
Well, I can't resist, just hope Mr C, ummmmm I mean Santa, reads my blog!
#GammyFoot
Warning
This post contains photo's which people of a nervous disposition may find distressing (I know I did!) or if you have a fear of feet - podophobia
I mentioned on a Reasons to be Cheerful post I would write and share the photo's if people were interested......you were!
The problems with my foot started about six weeks ago. I thought it was athletes foot, which is pretty yuk at the best of the times. I treated it, but it didn't go away. In the back of my mind I was thinking 'it can't that, I need to visit the pharmacist or doctor some point soon'....but then the foot took over!
I woke up in my hotel room, the same hotel I fell and broke my bum in (that's a whole different post!) and my foot was sore. I put my shoe on and was now limping! Through the day, the pain got worse but I did the stiff upper lip thing, until I took the bull by the proverbial 'shoe' horn and took a look. It was red, sore, mouldy looking and very wet. That was it, straight to a drop in centre in Basingstoke, I was not having my foot dropping off!
The centre was brilliant, got seen by a lovely nurse practitioner, who thought it was trench foot (WTF!) I am not a World War 1 soldier in the trenches! But when I googled it, later in my hotel, it turns out it's more common than you think. You get it if your feet have been in trainers or wellies for long periods of time. Festival goers tend to get it, especially Glastonbury apparently.
The treatment is keeping feet clean and dry, so off I toddled to buy (because I'm still working away) loads of socks, talc and painkillers, because at this point I have a pronounced comedy limp!
Next day, woke expecting a miracle..........I was disappointed. Manages to get through the day and drive 3.5 hours home. When I got there though the pain was immeasurable and I'm so thankful to MrC, who helped me bathe them, assess the damage and then ring our out of hours doctor. She diagnoses a severe infection, prescribed antibiotics and codeine, which meant I got some sleep!
Since then, I've:
Visited the doctor 6 times, 2 were out of hours
Had about 3 different diagnosises
Been asked six times if I am diabetic
Been prescribed 4 separate doses of antibiotics
Endured my foot being a mass of huge painful blisters (one of which burst in the shower!)
Had to wash them 3 times a day for 10 days in magnesium permanganate which turned them brown!
Had sticky smelly feet, which oozed and squelched and generally disgusted all those around me
Walked around work in my fetching pink fluffy slippers, because they are comfortable and warm.
Applied anti-fungal creams
Changed my socks 3-4 times a day and my shoes twice a day
Applied emollients when the fungal cream dried the foot out to the point of cracking and bleeding!
I'm now onto hopefully the last diagnosis, not infected athlete's foot, not trench foot, but eczema which has become infected. This seems the most likely. Have loads of different types everywhere else, why wouldn't I now have it on my feet??
So I've decided, this is my last course of antibiotics, the steroid cream will work its magic and I will be able to let go of my comic limp. Positive thinking and all that!
WARNING - photo's of feet about to be revealed!
This post contains photo's which people of a nervous disposition may find distressing (I know I did!) or if you have a fear of feet - podophobia
I mentioned on a Reasons to be Cheerful post I would write and share the photo's if people were interested......you were!
The problems with my foot started about six weeks ago. I thought it was athletes foot, which is pretty yuk at the best of the times. I treated it, but it didn't go away. In the back of my mind I was thinking 'it can't that, I need to visit the pharmacist or doctor some point soon'....but then the foot took over!
I woke up in my hotel room, the same hotel I fell and broke my bum in (that's a whole different post!) and my foot was sore. I put my shoe on and was now limping! Through the day, the pain got worse but I did the stiff upper lip thing, until I took the bull by the proverbial 'shoe' horn and took a look. It was red, sore, mouldy looking and very wet. That was it, straight to a drop in centre in Basingstoke, I was not having my foot dropping off!
The centre was brilliant, got seen by a lovely nurse practitioner, who thought it was trench foot (WTF!) I am not a World War 1 soldier in the trenches! But when I googled it, later in my hotel, it turns out it's more common than you think. You get it if your feet have been in trainers or wellies for long periods of time. Festival goers tend to get it, especially Glastonbury apparently.
Next day, woke expecting a miracle..........I was disappointed. Manages to get through the day and drive 3.5 hours home. When I got there though the pain was immeasurable and I'm so thankful to MrC, who helped me bathe them, assess the damage and then ring our out of hours doctor. She diagnoses a severe infection, prescribed antibiotics and codeine, which meant I got some sleep!
Since then, I've:
Visited the doctor 6 times, 2 were out of hours
Had about 3 different diagnosises
Been asked six times if I am diabetic
Been prescribed 4 separate doses of antibiotics
Endured my foot being a mass of huge painful blisters (one of which burst in the shower!)
Had to wash them 3 times a day for 10 days in magnesium permanganate which turned them brown!
Had sticky smelly feet, which oozed and squelched and generally disgusted all those around me
Walked around work in my fetching pink fluffy slippers, because they are comfortable and warm.
Applied anti-fungal creams
Changed my socks 3-4 times a day and my shoes twice a day
Applied emollients when the fungal cream dried the foot out to the point of cracking and bleeding!
I'm now onto hopefully the last diagnosis, not infected athlete's foot, not trench foot, but eczema which has become infected. This seems the most likely. Have loads of different types everywhere else, why wouldn't I now have it on my feet??
So I've decided, this is my last course of antibiotics, the steroid cream will work its magic and I will be able to let go of my comic limp. Positive thinking and all that!
WARNING - photo's of feet about to be revealed!
So for those people who like the gammy, here are the promised pictures, I did warn you! I couldn't find the one which showed the sole of my foot as one big blister, think I gotten bored by then!
Moral of the story........look after your feet, you miss them when they dont' work properly!
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