My foot has been killing me for the past few weeks. I thought this was a result of me dropping a wheelbarrow full of gravel on it...let me tell you that really, really hurts. Anyway, the pain did not go away over time so I had X-rays taken, had 2 consultations with orthopaedic surgeons and...wait for it...well, today -- give me a moment to compose myself -- Dr Parker in Palms Springs looked up at me with his eyes peering over by big toe, and said, "Congratulations, you have a bunion!"
Crap! Crap! Crap. Doctor, tell me I have a torn ligament. Tell me I have tendonitis. Tell me I have a broken bone but DON'T tell me I have a bunion. Why? Well....that's for chicks! It's a woman's thing. Have you ever heard of a GUY having a bunion? You may as well have told me I have an ovarian cyst! Chri-i-i-i-i-iky!
Well it turns out that lots of guys have bunions but, well, I didn't want the first surgery of my life to be bunion surgery. But HEY!!! Here's the good part -- isn't there always a silver lining? -- Martha has had four bunion surgeries so, well, it's familiar territory and now SHE gets to look after ME during my recovery! Which will probably be sometime in the fall of this year in PEI.
These old bodies continue to break down but when all is said and done, Martha and I are still are the luckiest people alive: I came home from my doctor's appointment, I told her about the diagnosis, we had a martini in the pool, we watched a funny movie and went to bed early. Bunion, shmunion. Big deal. The sun is still shining here in California and tomorrow will be another another great day. -Merrill (comments welcome)
Photo: Actually Martha and I had already half-guessed that it was a bunion thing, after doing some Internet research and some poking of my foot. Never underestimate the importance of web-based research when it comes to your owm health issues...it's a geat resource!. Use it!
2 comments:
You just have to stop wearing those high heels.
I would have stuck with the wheelbarrow excuse.
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