Today's Friday Fun is courtesy of a foreign body stubbornly inserting itself in my heel and refusing to be plucked out. A few weeks ago, I was walking around in our den and felt a sharp stab in my left heel. I assumed I had stepped on a random Lego brick, since our floor is carpeted in them, and took a look at my foot.
Nope, no such luck. I looked, saw a large sliver of glass, grabbed my fine point (technical term?) tweezers, grabbed that bad boy out, washed my foot, put on cream and band-aid and called it a day. Well, until a few days later when my foot still really hurt and wasn't healing as fast as I expected. The pain went up and down for a few more days and I figured since I walk on my foot each day, well, maybe it was just taking longer. Last Sunday I decided to go for a walk and while there was a little pain, I figured I could deal with it. Then I tried to run and I knew there was no way there wasn't something stuck (now well) inside my foot. Walking was bad, running was awful. Felt like something was digging into my foot (well, yeah...) so cut things short, limped back home and took a good look at my foot.
Oh, and I googled "glass stuck in foot" and of course got all sorts of scary stories. I tried scraping the would with tweezers rather not so gently and...this course of action is not recommended. By Sunday night the spot that just felt like a small bump was a bigger, redder bump and a lot more painful. I vowed to make an appointment at the health unit on Wednesday (work and school closed Monday & Tuesday for holidays) and limped around for the next two days.
Three days later it was confirmed *something* was afoot (ha!) and I was immediately given an appointment for x-rays and a visit to the orthopedic surgeon (no joke). The x-rays (a whopping $42, paid by debit card) were easy, and 40 minutes later I was in the surgeon's office. Nothing showed on the x-ray, but a little painful pushing on my foot and he confirmed a "foreign body" of sorts was in my foot. They made my appointment for "foreign body removal," refused to charge me until after the procedure, and I left the hospital and went back to work. Two hours and I'd managed to have x-rays, a thorough consultation, and the commute to and from the hospital. Not bad!
Today I dragged Pete along figuring I prolly wouldn't want to drive home and for that whole moral support thing. Within an hour, I had my foot properly cleaned (slightly unnerving part: I had to lay on my stomach for the procedure....at least I could grip the table tightly when he was moving the needle all around the bottom of my foot?), anesthetized, the "bump" cut open, offending piece of glass removed, insided scraped VERY clean, had it stitched up with lovely red thread, bandaged, covered with a wrap and after paying $310 for the initial consulation and procedure, I was limping along on my way.
The best part? I did not kick the doctor or the nurse when he gently inserted the needle in my foot and my other leg promptly shot up in the air and remained there until he was finished. The doctor was extremely kind and gentle, and even spoke to me in English the entire time. I could have handled it in Spanish, I realize, but when I'm even a tiny bit nervous...somehow the English helps. The worst part really was the needle . Of course, I'm grateful for the needles if he tried cutting, scraping, sewing, etc., with no anesthetic...
So, there we have it. Apparently, I hadn't had any weird back issues or random infections requiring surgery recently, so this was my payment to the medical gods this month. I'm still a bit limpy, but already a lot less pain. Amazing how much pain a teeny-tiny shard of glass can cause!
And here is my healing heel in all of its glory....enjoy while I ponder what odd medical issue I will have next month. So, if you are ever in Managua, and need an orthopedic surgeon, I have a great one for you...actually, I have a long list of wonderful medical professionals. Wonder who I will add next month?