A while ago (can’t be bothered looking it up – there’s a search box over there if any one is interested) a doctor told me I had gout. It ended up being a tiny broken bone on the ball of my foot that was causing the agony. An agony very similar to today.
Walked to bed last night, all was fine. Was woken in the middle of the night (hello pregnant bladder) so I got up, walked to the loo and walked back to bed, all was fine. Sleeping away, all was fine. Then it hit. The pain woke me up, I was trying to figure out how I managed to break my toe lying in bed and trying not to scream at the same time. Something, as they say in the classics, was very wrong.
I was meant to catch the train in to work this morning, something I do only once or twice a year and really enjoy, but that was out the window. I couldn’t put my foot down let alone put a sock or shoe on it. Rae rang and made an appointment for me and then came to take me to the doctor.
His instant diagnosis – gout. Great, it didn’t get me the first time so now it’s come back for another go. I have no idea what’s going on – I’ve all but given up drinking since ‘we’ became pregnant and even before that I’d probably have one or two drinks a week. I have to have a blood test tomorrow and I’m waiting for Rae to return with the magic capsules that will apparently allow me to walk again.
I hope she hurries.