Well, the ice and elevation of my foot didn't help the swelling much and Cindy gave me her crutches to use. I decided last night, upon the further prodding of my wife and mother, that I should see the doctor. I got up in the morning and rode my butt down the stairs and took a shower. Cindy fixed me breakfast and I drove her to work and rode over to the doctor's office. My doctor was out of town so I had to come in as a walk-in patient. Which meant I got to sit in the waiting room for quite a time before they could get to me. I watched a lot of Griffin cross my path to the reception.
They finally called my name and took me back to the end of the line for examination rooms. The nurse took my pulse, temperature and blood pressure. I was normal. Imagine. That doesn't happen very often.
Finally, they took me to the x-ray room and took pictures of my foot. Oddly, everytime they tried to take my x-ray, someone called me on my cellphone. I asked if the cellphone would create a problem for the x-ray and was told that it would not.
After completion of the x-rays, they returned me to the examination room and I waited for the doctor. The doctor arrived and asked me if I had ever had the gout. No.
I was told that I didn't have a break, but seemed to have an infection. So, I left with a prescription for antibiotics and went to the office. Now, I am sitting here in the downstairs conference room waiting for twelve noon to arrive so I can drive over to Kroger to get my prescription filled.
That's it. The antibiotics are supposed to take care of it in a few days.
Cross our fingers.
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