About five years ago, I worried I was falling apart. I found myself with thyroid issues, PCOS, PMS, plantar fasciitis, and carpal tunnel syndrome. it hurt to walk, it hurt to do anything with my right hand, I was exhausted and irritable, and I felt like killing the whole world. OK, so maybe I only wanted to kill people about one day a month, but I was still in pretty bad shape.
Now, I really don't like going to doctors. I avoid it like the plague. I would rather suffer through an illness than go get a prescription. So, that summer five years ago, I did a lot of Internet research on all of my issues, and saw a doctor for the thyroid and hormone problems (but only because my mother made me). I cured my carpal tunnel by wearing a wrist brace, limiting computer use, and taking Omega 3 supplements. I cured my plantar fasciitis by wearing high heeled shoes as often as possible and doing some good stretches. Seriously, the fasciitis doesn't bother me at all anymore and the carpal tunnel only flares occasionally.
With the help of a doctor I started to get the other stuff under control, and while I haven't always felt wonderful, I felt pretty good.
Until a couple months ago. Now I'm just falling apart all over again, only it's so much worse this time!
I don't even know where to begin, and this time I've had to actually see doctors in the plural ugh
First, my thyroid started really acting up. When I realized that the thing was beginning to take over my entire neck, I headed to see my endocrinologist. He verified that it was indeed pretty big, but I wasn't going to win any awards for it or anything. At least THAT was good news! As it turns out, I have Hashimoto's, which is an auto-immune disorder in which the body attacks the thyroid. My doctor off-handedly mentioned that I might want to go gluten-free because gluten intolerance is often linked with Hashimoto's.
So, I went home to do my customary research on the Internet and, due to all the information I found, went gluten-free right then and there. Within one week my thyroid was back to normal size. That made me a believer and I haven't looked back, even though that's going to mean no pumpkin bars or pumpkin cookies for me ever again. (Just kidding, there's always GF flour)
But now my foot has been having some major issues. And it's not plantar fasciitis, either. It's something totally different and a million times more painful. It flares up every now and again, and this last flare up has lasted nearly a week and has been absolutely excruciating. My gym going has ground to a halt. I hobble around the house trying to do a bit of vacuuming or let the dog out. Mostly, I just lie around surfing the web or reading whilst trying to ignore my throbbing foot.
After some middle-of-the-night research, while up with a sick puppy ( baby had a violently adverse reaction to her first dosage of heart worm medication )(she is falling apart with me), I determined I must have gout, but in my heel. And then I proceeded to freak out.
I finally went to see my podiatrist today, and he disagreed. He feels I have Achilles tendinitis. He gave me a shot, which took my pain from about a level 8 to maybe a 6, and I will be returning often for some therapy for a while. I just hope I can walk again by the time the opera opens in two weeks! I also hope I don't gain forty pounds because I'm no longer exercising.
Things were looking up, though! Sure, it still hurt quite a bit, but I was beginning to believe I wasn't actually falling apart, or that at least I was fixable.
But all of those hopes were completely dashed to (literal!) pieces when one of my molars broke in half during dinner tonight.
I'm just waiting for my head to fall off next.
Please excuse the myriad typos in this post, and possibly even the choppy train of thought. I wrote this while wincing in pain, lying in bed, on the iPad, which isn't super blogging friendly.