I'm pretty lame. Practically a cripple really. I've been hobbling around for almost a week now. It got so bad this morning that I actually sprang for a taxi to go and visit the hospital. (for the record, excellent service, so no repeat of last summer's fiasco so far). The doctor thinks I have gout, but is uncertain. She gave me a pile of pills to take, and if it doesn't improve by Tuesday I have to go for X-rays.
It's vaguely amusing to hobble around town. In my big black coat I really do feel like a hold-over from the depression, or a war veteran or something. However, the feeling is getting old enough now. Getting around town on 1.5 legs is not the speediest process, and it hurts a lot. I don't think I'll be eating the peas that I've been using as an ice pack (we don't have any ice).
2 comments:
You may be following in Farfar's footsteps… He suffered from gout a decade or two ago! I hadn't realized that you were such a consumer of rich foods!? …all old wives' tales!
I think service at Belgian hosiptals are known to be above average, unless you go by your middle name - then they'll leave you for dead...
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