Rum, Sodomy, and the Lash: Pick Two (aghrivaine) wrote,
Rum, Sodomy, and the Lash: Pick Two
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Foot Woes

My feet were doing better for a while, but have taken a turn for the worse. My left, which I will hencefort refer to as "HurtyOne" was the one with the ruptured fasciia. The rupture is largely healed, but ultrasound confirms that it did not heal well, and the fasciia is attenuated. This explains why I'm still limping on my left HurtyOne, and why it feels stiff and weak.

As for HurtyTwo, he's in even worse shape. The pain is, at this point, as bad as it was when I started this whole damn process. Which means my first few steps whenever I've been sitting, or get out of bed in the morning, have a stabbing, searing agony which is perhaps similar to stepping on a bullet-ant with a rusty switch-blade. Ultra-sound confirmd - it's a boy! that the fasciia is badly inflamed - so much so that surgical intervention is probably called for. All other methods of therapy have been exhausted, at this point, so that's what's left. And while they're working on HurtyTwo they'll probably have a go at HurtyOne.

Ominously, the doctor recommends a treatment called "Extra-Corporeal Elecro-magnetic Shockwave Therapy". I'm almost certain it was invented by Victor Von Doom. Basically it's non-invasive, but only has about a 50% chance of working, is experimental (adding to the Doom factor) and probably not covered by my insurance. Because my insurance was designed by robots that hate humans and love money. It also has a month of down-time afterwards, though I'll still be able to walk, just ...nothing else. I'm not sure, in short, that it's worth the added expense for something that might not work. I go back in a week to re-examine the situation.

I can't tell you how it saps one's energy to have to endure blazing torture every time you get up and walk somewhere, anywhere. I know it could be a zillion times worse, and there are plenty of people out there dealing with worse and with fewer resources - but it's leaving me feeling more than a little deflated, even so. I am THIS close to inventing an invincible robot-chassis with which to wreak my bloody vengeance walk around in a perfectly ordinary fashion. Either that or I'll become embedded in some strange perambulation device, like Mojo, or an anti-grav harness like Baron Harkonnen.
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