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i just got back from the doctors and had to share this with ya.. i never figured i would ever feel anything remotely close to this in my life.. anyway.. i have had very intense pain in my heel for the last three weeks.. my job is standing all day so i figured it was about time i got some foot pain here and there.. but, it was getting very intense.. could nt put weight on it and sitting was the worst.. because eventually you have to get up and the pain is worse then.. so today.. i had to bite the bullet and go see a specialist..
i walk in and the nurse right away takes me to xray.. i pull off my stinky shoe and sock and realize that i need to really trim my toe nails.. too frickin late to avoid the initial embarassment.. so i throw my talons on the table and wait for the xray .. all the while wondering what she may be saying about my frickin' stinky feel and my "mouse catching" toe nails..
with the xray over i wait in the doctors office for his report.. he comes in shaking hs head.. not a good sign in any country.. i dont care where your from.. he puts the xray up and says "that is the worst plantar-fasciaitis i have ever seen.. you have a bone spur the size of a nickel.. and growing.." so i am wondering whether i should take pride in stumping the doctor or be concerned.. for a brief moment i was taking pride in my physical deformity..
i asked him " well, do i need surgery?".. he says "no.. not really but, i need to get the swelling and imflamation down.. it is really, really bad" i laugh.. that was the last laugh for a while.. i then ask.. "well, do i need to take some anti imflams?" he says no.. but, he feels that a cortisone shot is in order.. he says "i am reluctant to give you this.. any time a shot is given for this condition it is bad.. really painful... but, your's is really bad.. the worst i have seen.. it will be aweful. the only alternative is to stay home for about 4 days or so and rest it then come back and get one when it is not so imflamed.. even then.. it will be bad.. i am not going to lie to ya"
well.. staying home is not a option.. work is too busy..plus, i am leaving for cancun next week and want this to be over by then... so i say " just do it now.. i have had pain before and this will be no different".. now, ladys and gentleman.. after i said this, the nurse next to him looks at him and makes this "agonizing" face and says "well, you want me to get help?" WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN? he says "yeah.. he is a big guy.. i dont want those legs kicking me" this is being said right in front of me.. i am now a little concerned..
the doctor walks in and looks at me.. sits down and rools his stool over to my swollen , pissed off foot.. a nurse walks in and grabs my ankle with both hands.. the second nurse comes in and places both hands on my leg holding it down..i am now thinking that this is a poor idea and my bravado was a little premature..
the doctor now takes out the "numbing spray and sprays it on my heel.. with in seconds i can not feel the skin and i am thinking this will not be near as bad as they are making it out to be.. BUT, HE KEEPS ON SPRAYING.. THE WHOLE BOTTLE.. he looks me in the eye and says " i am am doing all i can for ya".. WHAT DOES THAT MEAN.. ?? i say "well, cant feel anything.. so it should be good".. he says "it only numbs the skin.. it will do nothing for the pain at the tendon..".. now.. i watch him put the needle in my heel. i feel nothing and say ".not bad really".. he says "well, wait until i start injecting"..
now, fellow members, what happens next i can never do justice.. words will not be able to describe and if a try you will think i am exaggerating.. i am still at a loss for words.. he starts to push the evil concoction into my heel.. all modesty and self control left my body and i do not know whether i will ever get it back.. i found myself starting to scream.. now trust me.. i was trying not to but, i thought it might, in some way, prevent me from shitting my pants.. next i start to convulse my upper body back and forth slamming my head against the head rest.. i know i was making a scene but, was not able to stop it no matter what.. and i did not care by now...i had enough presense of mind to not move the leg but, did manage to tear the pad off the armrest..
now, fellow members.. i would love to say it was over but, we are merely 5 to 10 seconds into the foot- rape.. then the pain stops.. OH GLORY DAYS.. it is over..my pulse rate is off the charts and i am breathing like squat day.. i slowly look at the doctor and said "that frickin' sucked".. he says "well.. it is not over..sorry" i look at the syringe and it looks like it barely has moved.. he starts to push again.. the girlish screams start all over again and yes, the ever embarrassing convulsions..
well, the head banging and screaming lasts about 40 seconds and i am relatively sure i defecated my pants AND lost my testes in my abdominal cavity.. i am sweating profusely and panting.. not pretty.. he pulls the syringe out and blood flys out about three feet and all over his doctors coat.. the nurse says "wow..i have never seen that before".. the doctor says "well, there was a of of imflamation.. how do you feel?" i found myself talking in tongues and although i wanted to say something coherant.. it just was not happening.. the only thing that made sense was "wow.. that frickin' sucked".. as i opened my eyes the first thing i saw was the nurses staring at me with their hands covering their mouths and the look like they just saw something tha they may never see again.. i looked on the floor and apologized for the arm pad but, they just shook their heads.. the doctor says" are you going to want to lie down?" i said "no .. it's cool".. but, absolutely no tone of bravado left in my body..
i am now at home and still can not belive the amount of pain.. pain that literally castrates ya.. i tried to explain it to the wife and she just laughs and tells me to "buck it up".. i am thinking of divorce.. i am literally drained and have been laying on the couch.. my children have taken up where mommy left off and have been dancing around me laughing and yelling " daddy is a baby!!" i dont even have the strength to state my case.. so whne i doctor tells ya "this is really going to suck.. bad" trust him.. i will never doubt that statement again..
i walk in and the nurse right away takes me to xray.. i pull off my stinky shoe and sock and realize that i need to really trim my toe nails.. too frickin late to avoid the initial embarassment.. so i throw my talons on the table and wait for the xray .. all the while wondering what she may be saying about my frickin' stinky feel and my "mouse catching" toe nails..
with the xray over i wait in the doctors office for his report.. he comes in shaking hs head.. not a good sign in any country.. i dont care where your from.. he puts the xray up and says "that is the worst plantar-fasciaitis i have ever seen.. you have a bone spur the size of a nickel.. and growing.." so i am wondering whether i should take pride in stumping the doctor or be concerned.. for a brief moment i was taking pride in my physical deformity..
i asked him " well, do i need surgery?".. he says "no.. not really but, i need to get the swelling and imflamation down.. it is really, really bad" i laugh.. that was the last laugh for a while.. i then ask.. "well, do i need to take some anti imflams?" he says no.. but, he feels that a cortisone shot is in order.. he says "i am reluctant to give you this.. any time a shot is given for this condition it is bad.. really painful... but, your's is really bad.. the worst i have seen.. it will be aweful. the only alternative is to stay home for about 4 days or so and rest it then come back and get one when it is not so imflamed.. even then.. it will be bad.. i am not going to lie to ya"
well.. staying home is not a option.. work is too busy..plus, i am leaving for cancun next week and want this to be over by then... so i say " just do it now.. i have had pain before and this will be no different".. now, ladys and gentleman.. after i said this, the nurse next to him looks at him and makes this "agonizing" face and says "well, you want me to get help?" WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN? he says "yeah.. he is a big guy.. i dont want those legs kicking me" this is being said right in front of me.. i am now a little concerned..
the doctor walks in and looks at me.. sits down and rools his stool over to my swollen , pissed off foot.. a nurse walks in and grabs my ankle with both hands.. the second nurse comes in and places both hands on my leg holding it down..i am now thinking that this is a poor idea and my bravado was a little premature..
the doctor now takes out the "numbing spray and sprays it on my heel.. with in seconds i can not feel the skin and i am thinking this will not be near as bad as they are making it out to be.. BUT, HE KEEPS ON SPRAYING.. THE WHOLE BOTTLE.. he looks me in the eye and says " i am am doing all i can for ya".. WHAT DOES THAT MEAN.. ?? i say "well, cant feel anything.. so it should be good".. he says "it only numbs the skin.. it will do nothing for the pain at the tendon..".. now.. i watch him put the needle in my heel. i feel nothing and say ".not bad really".. he says "well, wait until i start injecting"..
now, fellow members, what happens next i can never do justice.. words will not be able to describe and if a try you will think i am exaggerating.. i am still at a loss for words.. he starts to push the evil concoction into my heel.. all modesty and self control left my body and i do not know whether i will ever get it back.. i found myself starting to scream.. now trust me.. i was trying not to but, i thought it might, in some way, prevent me from shitting my pants.. next i start to convulse my upper body back and forth slamming my head against the head rest.. i know i was making a scene but, was not able to stop it no matter what.. and i did not care by now...i had enough presense of mind to not move the leg but, did manage to tear the pad off the armrest..
now, fellow members.. i would love to say it was over but, we are merely 5 to 10 seconds into the foot- rape.. then the pain stops.. OH GLORY DAYS.. it is over..my pulse rate is off the charts and i am breathing like squat day.. i slowly look at the doctor and said "that frickin' sucked".. he says "well.. it is not over..sorry" i look at the syringe and it looks like it barely has moved.. he starts to push again.. the girlish screams start all over again and yes, the ever embarrassing convulsions..
well, the head banging and screaming lasts about 40 seconds and i am relatively sure i defecated my pants AND lost my testes in my abdominal cavity.. i am sweating profusely and panting.. not pretty.. he pulls the syringe out and blood flys out about three feet and all over his doctors coat.. the nurse says "wow..i have never seen that before".. the doctor says "well, there was a of of imflamation.. how do you feel?" i found myself talking in tongues and although i wanted to say something coherant.. it just was not happening.. the only thing that made sense was "wow.. that frickin' sucked".. as i opened my eyes the first thing i saw was the nurses staring at me with their hands covering their mouths and the look like they just saw something tha they may never see again.. i looked on the floor and apologized for the arm pad but, they just shook their heads.. the doctor says" are you going to want to lie down?" i said "no .. it's cool".. but, absolutely no tone of bravado left in my body..
i am now at home and still can not belive the amount of pain.. pain that literally castrates ya.. i tried to explain it to the wife and she just laughs and tells me to "buck it up".. i am thinking of divorce.. i am literally drained and have been laying on the couch.. my children have taken up where mommy left off and have been dancing around me laughing and yelling " daddy is a baby!!" i dont even have the strength to state my case.. so whne i doctor tells ya "this is really going to suck.. bad" trust him.. i will never doubt that statement again..
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