Well, I’m not dead, but yesterday would’ve been a good day for it. I’ll try to catch you up with my craziness if you don’t mind a little emotional spew.
In Jan., my podiatrist sent me to another doctor for a second opinion after the MRI he ordered didn’t show any reason my foot should still be hurting. The other doctor said I had an 80 year-old foot based on the x-ray. He said the blood vessels had been wide open for some time and that had washed out my bone. He said I had a pain syndrome and sent me to a pain management doctor.
This doctor said he thought I had complex regional pain syndrome. For three weeks I’ve had nerve blocks. One in my back and two in my foot, to try to determine what nerves are causing the pain. This is a big deal because they have to set up an IV and knock me out, which means Mr. Mayhem has had to take off work to take care of me afterwards. I went in yesterday to find out what they had learned and what the course of treatment would be. I didn’t even get to see the doctor. I spoke with the assistant. She said that since the nerve block in my back didn’t help, I probably didn’t have the pain syndrome they thought and there wasn’t really any way to treat the nerves in my foot. I just lost it. I started crying and she went to consult with the doctor. They decided to do the nerve block in my foot again and see if that might reduce the inflammation of the nerve more. She told me to keep my chin up, and I told her that she had just taken away all the hope I had that something could be done. I have the block on Monday.
I had to take Mayhem #2 with me and she was most upset that I cried all the way home and kept crying. This pain is so frustrating. I struggle to walk normally. I use a cane when I go out away from the house. I don’t want to lose the use of the foot. I want to find some answers, but I don’t know where to look. My podiatrist asked if I wanted something for depression on the day that I got the MRI results and started crying on him. I laughed and said, "I’m already taking something!"