HE is officially out of the woods with that aching, swollen ankle I was groaning about two days ago.
Thursday morning I went to an orthopedic clinic, cane and all. They X-rayed me, said it was osteoarthritis, gave me an anti-inflammatory (Naproxen) and a cortisone wannabe (MethylPREDNISolone) and taped the ankle. The drugs kicked in a couple of hours later, and the pain was soon gone. By yesterday the swelling had gone down to almost nothing and I removed the black tape wrap. And I’ve abandoned the cane.
The only downside is that the Naproxen-cortisone substitute combination was too much for my system, and I wound up nauseous and barfing. (Twice yesterday.) But the episode is over, thank God. Miraculous as it sounds, it’s almost like the ankle agony never happened…like it was a bad dream or something.
It’s shattering to report that over the last 30-plus hours I’ve become a near-invalid. My left ankle is aching and swollen with osteoarthritis, and I can barely hobble around with a cane.
I started using the cane yesterday, and I could barely sleep through the night for the throbbing ache and discomfort. The first wake-up happened at 2:20 am. Spotty sleep for a subsequent four hours.
Richard Rushfield calls himself The Ankler. As of this moment I have just as much of a claim to that term as he does.
Not my brand, not my style, not how I do things, humiliating, etc.
I really don’t recommend this shit to anyone except my enemies. I haven’t been through this much physical distress since I slipped and fell on the ice in the Sierra Nevadas in mid-February of 2019.
I’ve been in perfect health all my life, and now this.
I’ve bought an ankle brace and gotten a strong anti-inflammatory. I’ll be seeing a podiatrist at 1:15 pm who will give me a shot of cortisone. I really hate this.
