June 17I’m thinking about changing the name of this series of blogs from “Running” to “The Gout Chronicles.” I simply can’t run.
At this point I’m too ill to go on the exercise bike.
I drove to Emmett Idaho today; about a forty-five minute drive. I gave a talk and on my feet for thirty-minutes. I felt pretty good.
A friend said he was given indomethacin. “One pill and it was gone.”
I have theory I’d like to proclaim; I’m on medicare. It is their intent to keep me coming back until I’m dead or so miserable I want to die. The guy who got the indomethacin was still a productive part of society. Sure they’re going to keep him going.
Very sore today. Songs have been written about cocaine, LSD, and marijuana; but none about hydrocodon. I think the time is here.
An old high school buddy, Bob Hempker, sent an email today and suggested I change the name of my blog to “The Jittery Gout.” Funny, very funny.
Family came over for supper. The foot is sore, but tolerable; not so much the grandkids.
The pain is very intense today. I’d have to rank this as my worst day. It seems like with all the medication, rest, and time it should be better.
I promised my wife if it’s like this tomorrow I will call a podiatrist friend.
I got a hold of my doctor’s assistant. They prescribed another product from the vast monolithic evil pharmaceutical empire. Colcrys was prescribed; take two pills every hour until gone. (Six pills, you do the math)
I talked with my son this morning. I told him that, all kidding aside, I really miss running.
I’m wondering if I’m a part of a study and that I’m a part of the group given a placebo. I slept quite a bit today and when not sleeping was still tired.
I still have swelling, but the pain has nearly subsided. It’s time to pop the corks.