Such a small word, who knew it could have such impact on your life. I’ve had gout for a while. Mostly it is under control. Then I have times like this past week where it flares up. Now normally a flare for me last a couple of days and goes away. Not this time.
Last Thursday I left work with a swollen foot and knew it was coming on. I did what I could. I doubled up on my arthritis meds, added in pain killers, and anti-inflammatory, increased my cherry juice intake, elevated it and massage (carefully) the affected joint. These are all things that have worked well in the past.
I spent all weekend and part of this week in my recliner. I got a lot of crocheting done. I read most of my stuff for my formal project. I caught up some on my DVR watching. My foot remained stubbornly swollen and the red spot stuck on.
This weekend I have a lot to do. I have to finish crocheting the things mom asked me to make. I have to finish the gifts for my student workers. I have to read proofs for the short stories I’m getting published in an anthology. I have to finish reading the articles for my formal project. Then when I am done reading everything I have to write the formal project. Oh and let’s not forget the short story and other writing I need to do for my Creative Writing class. I’m going to have to take a quiz as well for Language Studies.
This is just a portion (very small portion) of my to-do list. Somehow I’m going to have to do this all from my recliner because my foot is still painful and swollen.