One Funny Thing With the Gout…

One problem with having the gout flared up with a specific locus—the side of the left foot where it connects to the big toe, with a shade of red that varies with the current intensity—is that it presents an accidental target of almost testicular nature for the kids.

Last night Sadie managed to toss a big ball up in the air and land it squarely on the exact worst spot, as soon as I stopped guarding said spot like a hawk for a moment to avoid their exuberance.  They probably heard my pained scream a block away.

At least that didn’t make me feel queasy and leave me with an odd if not painful sensation in the afflicted spot for hours.  It merely went back to hurting as it had been, only more so.

Eight plus ibuprofen a day and otherwise nursing it seems to be helping, but it has yet to go anything like back to normal.  Yesterday was a good enough day that I was able to spend about three hours mostly on my feet in the kitchen, experimenting and cooking supper while the computer was off in response to the thunderstorms.  I just paid for it later.

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