GOUT!!!!! Say it ain't so!! That is an old man's disease, isn't it?!
Awhile back my husband suffered a bout with gout. I tried to sympathize with him. Tried to console him. Tried to understand why he was being such a baby about a sore toe...
Oh my stars. Now it is MY turn. And it hurts like heck! Not fun! For the past two days I have behaved very badly. I even wore my pajamas all day on Thursday, feeling sorry for myself. Could not figure out what I could possibly have done to hurt my foot. I thought maybe it was fractured but I couldn't think of anything that would have caused it.
I decided I must go in to the doctor for an X-ray. When I was finally able to talk to someone at the doctor's office, the nurse's best guess from my description was GOUT! I couldn't believe it. I didn't want to believe it. But there it was, staring me in the face. As I honestly faced the symptoms, I could see that gout was probably the most accurate diagnosis.
So here I am. Realizing that even though most of the time I feel young enough to do anything I want, the facts is facts. I am getting OLD. I guess it is time to commence pining for my youth. Can I wear my pajamas again today?