Foot Drop: Part II...

One of the benefits of having a swatted foot is that I'll need some type of walking aid to help my mobility. So I am currently looking at hand-carved walking sticks. 

I want something that is both beautiful and weaponisable. It could be a long search. 

In other news, I also have a new thing that has arrived from nowhere. It's an underactive thyroid gland, so I'm now on medication for life if I want to void fatigue, depression, nausea, constipation, lifeless hair and irregular periods. That last one may not apply to me.

It's nothing major and it affects one in 50 women and one in 1000 men. The fact that I am the one in 1000 men is obviously a blow to my masculinity as it suggests I am part-woman. The Missus says this makes me 'special'. I fear it was not a compliment, though.

Foot Drop: Part I...

It would seem the comedy injury with the medieval name isn't quite the japery-filled laugh I previously thought.

Because there's no obvious site or cause of injury causing the foot drop, there's some concern that it is nerve damage. And because there's no obvious site or cause of injury, there's concern the nerve damage may be caused by something else.

The best-case scenario is it's something the GP's missed that is trapping or damaging a nerve, and this can be fixed and I will eventually have full movement and motor control back of my foot. The middle ground is that the damage is permanent and this is it, so I'll have to negotiate having a twatted foot for the rest of my life. The worst-case scenario is some quite grim shit, which opens up a whole new set of fun possibilities. 

So I'm now waiting to be tested. 

To add insult to injury, I've also had flu to pile on top of the exhaustion and stress from work, and a vicious allergy attack paid a visit as well. I feel broken, my body is in revolt and I really don't like it. At night, I lay in bed, like a shit Uma Thurman when the bride has escaped the hospital in Kill Bill, willing movement in my foot.

To be perfectly frank, I have had better weeks than this. The last seven days can, quite frankly, fuck the fuck off.