“Thank you Mr. Murphy”
Ohhhhhh yeah. Indeed! I just read the hilarious comments on Dr. IBear’s “Words that Should Never Be Said In An Emergency Department.” I was still laughing about the cute story that Dr. Scan Man shared in the comments there, when I was forced to utter the same words he ended the post with: “Thank you Mr. Murphy.”
I usually keep this sort of thing off my public blog - but really, this is just too much. Turn off your whine meters … pull on your hip boots … things are gonna get deep!
A week ago today, I developed what I recognized as a neuroma under my left foot. I rolled my eyes in disgust, and went on with my day … in fact, I went on with my week. It was not the first one of those, and it will not be last. I hobbled and hopped … and for the better part, tried to minimize the “turning the air blue” phenomenon that seemed to accompany activities like putting a shoe on.
By Thursday, I realized that the fun had only just begun. My little ouchy was rather quickly being obscured by something far ouchier. By Friday I wondered if I’d ever wear a shoe again, and by Saturday, I had that awful: “Why do these things always happen on a week-end?” feeling …
I was having my first ever experience with … gout. I was grateful to the foresight that caused me to remove my cute little toe rings on Friday, because by Saturday, it would not have been possible.
It was late yesterday before I realized that I still had the darn neuroma - same foot - but the gout had taken so much of my attention that the neuroma was completely obscured! So … if you ever get a neuroma, I have great advice for making the pain seem as if it’s not even there … *cough* …
Anyway, I was still surviving, and things had begun to improve a bit by this morning. Ayuh! I was starting to feel pretty cocky!
I hop-hobbled into the kitchen, avoiding every obstacle along the way … and managed to make it all the way into there without resorting to too much, erm, “colorful language.” Once in there, I looked down at my poor sore foot, and noticed that I had a bunch of bruises I hadn’t seen before. One more thing to wonder about …
I raised my poor, angry looking foot, and bent forward just a wee tiny bit to point out the bruises on my leg to my son, when I felt something *FLASH* somewhere in the lumbar region of my back. Hoo yeah. And I thought a little sore toe was a big deal!
Feeling completely defeated, I decided that whatever I’d gone to the kitchen for wasn’t all that important after all.
And now … all I can do is join the chorus with Dr. Scan Man and say “Thank you Mr. Murphy!”
April 24th, 2006 at 2:25 pm
So that is why you are having trouble ambulating….I am so sorry. That must be so painful.
Is the gout related to your CRF?
So, you had to remove the toe rings….does the blue nailpolish still stand?
April 24th, 2006 at 2:47 pm
Hey Pattie … ayuh … it’s been a bit on the “breathtaking” side. *LOL* I imagine it probably is related to the CRF … considering. The CRF is doable on its own, it’s all of the secondary silliness … :p
And YES! The BLUE NAILPOLIST stands UNSCATHED! *tries to do a little Moofie dance, and decides to just smile (cringe?) instead*
>;o)
April 24th, 2006 at 2:49 pm
Ouch Moofie! Take care of thyself!!!
Eegads! That sounds awful! I hope you’re feeling a bit better now.
April 24th, 2006 at 3:42 pm
Moofie you are always getting yourself into trouble!
Kick back and relax and make your foot heal. You need to get well so you can come visit me again!!
April 24th, 2006 at 4:00 pm
I hope you feel better soon Moofie!!
April 24th, 2006 at 4:08 pm
Peggikaye … could be worse - could always be worse. Actually, by the time I sprained my back, I was laughing - then going “ACH!!!” cause it hurt to laugh, then laughing some more … and … you get the picture. My poor son just stood there and looked at me as if I’d lost what little was left of my noodles. He wasn’t far from wrong. Wrote my PCP an email. I’ll see what he replies, and try to behave myself and do what he says.
Sarah-Jean! I’m not going to kick anything … especially not a back! ;o)
Sarah sweetie, you can’t possibly be in a hurry to have a semi-permanent lump on your sofa again … 0.o
Fugger, you’re a sweet heart! Thank you so much. It could always be worse. It’s just the joys of growing old! ;o)
April 24th, 2006 at 9:16 pm
Toe rings and blue nail polish? That explains why your son had that lost it look……….lol Get well Moofie, we imagine your pain.
April 25th, 2006 at 1:10 am
“Wrote my PCP an email. I’ll see what he replies, and try to behave myself and do what he says.”
But …if you do that …will your PCP assume that you’re an imposter?;)
April 25th, 2006 at 8:40 am
I hope my post didn’t set off this cascade of follies for you. Hope you feel better soon!!
dribear
April 25th, 2006 at 9:50 am
William, the poor boy knows that his Moofie is a bit on the flaky side - he’s used to the blue polish and toe rings …
Although, I must admit that when I began to indulge myself a few years ago, he did spend a lot of time with his eyebrows glued to his hairline … ;o)
Pk … “But …if you do that …will your PCP assume that you’re an imposter?;) … *LOL* Wow! Have you got me pegged! *blush!*
Dr. IBear … this “cascade of follies” was self-generating … and seems to be self-perpetuating! I’ve decided that I’m going to stay put and be very careful to mind my own business for a little while. Worries me that I have a final this week … if my *cough* “luck” continues as it has. 0.o
April 25th, 2006 at 1:24 pm
Dang Moof.
Put that laptop of yours in your lap and your feet up on the couch.
If you were at Sarah’s then maybe she could wait on you hand and ‘foot’.
Then maybe you would get better faster.
Get well soon…
April 25th, 2006 at 3:45 pm
Hope your feeling better today Moof!
April 25th, 2006 at 4:30 pm
You rock on, madam!
Flea
April 25th, 2006 at 7:42 pm
TJ … the sofa or my waterbed is where I’ve spent the last couple of days! Bad part of that is - the foot gets better from being up, but the back seizes up! Hubby and I were laughing over that one just now. When I “do it,” I usually “do it” good! ;o)
Amie … thank you my dear. This too shall pass …
Flea … rock, as in stone? Now *that* might be an idea … *blink!* >;o)