Sometimes I think I forget or am in denial of having Chronic Fatigue Syndrome and Fibromyalgia. I go and go and go and then I crash. I try to keep a balance, but some days life demands things and I do more than I should. That’s the way it’s been lately.
I have a pretty bad infected foot, which I thought was fibromyalgia pain, until I pulled my little toe away to look. I saw what was NOT fibromyalgia.
A month or so ago, I bought a pair of boots. I wore them around the house, just for fun, and also to take the dogs out in the mornings. My foot began hurting after several days. I’ve had foot pain before after wearing a new pair of shoes, which is why I didn’t do any close inspections of my foot, especially beside my little toe.
Well, it sure didn’t look good so off to my doctor I went. He gave me antibiotics and cream, made a joke about me wearing boots around the house asking if I thought someone was going to come by with a camera and did I want to be ready. Very funny while my foot was swollen and infected, but I’m used to him. I like him. I don’t like that sometimes I think he lets things go, like my foot!
It only got worse. A round of antibiotics started to help and here’s where I went wrong, I guess. I missed a few doses. Now, I have a hole in my foot. I went back to the doctor.
“Do you think I need some more antibiotics?” I asked him.
“No,” he responded confidently. I would like to send you to a podiatrist with your permission.”
So, off I went to the fancy foot doctor who didn’t have any manners at all. I don’t know where he’s from, but I bet it ain’t North Carolina.
I told him how I had thought it was fibromyalgia for the first several days of pain. Maybe that’s why he had a dismissive attitude towards me, but then I am so tired of trying to figure out why people who act weird act that way.
He kept saying what I hadn’t done or what I was doing wrong.
He sent me to the x-ray room where they took several images of my foot. Fortunately, those looked good.
“How long have you not been taking antibiotics?” he asked when I returned.
“Since I finished the ones my doctor gave me,” I told him.
“You do know you have a hole in your foot don’t you?”
I told him that I most certainly did.
“I’ve been to the doctor twice already. I would have gone to the emergency room if I hadn’t known I was coming here.”
“You’re wearing closed shoes first of all,” he said in a tone that I didn’t like.
It was cold outside. My family doctor had complimented my shoes. Why had he not put me on another antibiotic I wondered.
The foot doctor explained how serious the infection is because of where it is and I’m too tired to describe it, but I took heed! It can go up and into my leg if it gets worse. He says if I do everything he told me to do then it should be getting well within a week.
So far so good. Ten days of a very strong antibiotic.
I’d told my family doctor how my son said I was going to lose my foot and later, my leg when he saw it getting worse. The doctor joked again saying not to let him get near any knives. From what the foot doctor said, my son wasn’t far off from being right.
The good news is that hopefully, the antibiotics, along with soaking it in vinegar water will heal it. The soaks hurt like crazy.
I dislike antibiotics very much and this one is kicking me down like a sick dog.
Speaking of dogs, mine are once again being very good nurses.
Yesterday, when I finally returned from the hospital, I lied down and put my foot up. I know they felt how stressed I was.
Our big guy, Tiny, (the cutie with the big head) whom I’m going to write about soon, well, he crawled up beside me on the sofa and lied down on barely enough space for his wide body and put his head on my belly. That’s what he’s been doing for the past few months whenever I don’t feel good. He lies there looking at me with his big beautiful hound dog eyes. Yesterday, just for extras, he gave me a kiss. He doesn’t give many. I felt very special indeed.
My pretty little girl curled up at my feet in her soft ball of silky fur. She is absolutely the softest dog I’ve ever petted in my life. Absolutely!
They were incredibly sweet with both of their heads resting on me and their eyes saying, “OH WE LOVE YOU!”
I’m also grateful to my son for the many meals he has cooked for me lately. I’ve gained a few pounds, which is a very good thing.
However, he is staying with me and it is driving me a little nuts. I’ll be glad when he wants to go back to his apartment.
Just the truth.
I’m going to give in to the fatigue for a little while, which means I’ll have to be alone.
I think I’ll finish a good novel I started weeks ago, The Accidental Tourist, by Anne Tyler.
I’m tired. Too tired to think much. I’ve been writing, but have nothing ready to click publish.
With that said, I’m offering a few links of interest I found today about pain.
“I am here to tell anyone who suffers from pain each day, whose life is circumscribed and whose goals are slipping out of reach, that you are at last being heard. We are in a pain renaissance.”
Read more: “The End of Ouch” –TIME
–“an adaptive mechanism in which severe pain in one area of the body inhibits pain in another is impaired among women with fibromyalgia. Normally, this system works as a check on the amount of pain the brain can handle; if your arm is sore and someone steps hard on your toe, your arm will temporarily feel better as all of your brain’s pain attention is focused on the new insult. In chronic-pain patients, this mechanism is faulty or nonexistent.”