...Just Keep On Comin'
Sometime in early January, I took a fall off the bottom of the steps between my parking space and the yard. It was dark, I was tired and grumpy, fussing with my backpack and a package all at the same time I was descending said stairs. Scuffed up my left knee pretty well, and twised my right ankle enough so that I had to hobble a bit into the house. All in all, not a major deal. So I thought.
That night, the whole right foot, from the ankle to the sole was a throbbing, painful ache. I had visions of a visit to a podiatrist the next day, or at least setting up an appointment with one. Didn't get to sleep until after 4 am. And yet, then next morning, the foot was just fine. No indication that it had ever been so insomnia producingly painful.
And then I started to notice a bit of a 'blinch' when I moved in just the right way. (Blinch, n., a sudden jolt of electric-like pain down a nerve path, coupled with a desire to unload the blinched appendage as quickly as possible. See also, "Doctor, it hurts when I do that... .") I figured I'd go see Dr. Fritz when I was a bit more solvent that I was at the time. He is a chiropractor I met in one of my classes at the library. As big a bear, if not bigger, than I am.
And so it went, until Saturday before last, when the lower back took an express hand basket to hell, taking my ability to stand upright and walk normally with it. Fortunately, I was able to get in to see Dr. Fritz last Monday. The plan was 3 visits per week for two weeks, the re-evaluate. Which was going along fine until I mentioned that I noticed my left foot "dropping". He asked me to stand on tip-toes, then on my heels. I went 1 and 0. I don't remember the medical terms, but I have no roll or yaw control, and only downward pitch control in my left foot. No heel-walking.
Dr. Fritz' take is that I have a disk impinging on my spinal cord, causing the weakness in my left leg and foot. Based on where I told him the ice pick was being stuck in my left shin, he said the impingement was at the L-5 vertebra. And that I needed to get my M.D. to evaluate it, pronto. (My word, not Dr. Fritz'.) The "pronto" part is to get it treated before the damage becomes permanent. Which could involve diapers. The evaluation probably means another MRI. Which I can't afford.
Meanwhile, entropy is slowly taking over the house, as I have little energy for hauling stuff up and down stairs. I haven't walked the dogs since a week ago Thursday. I did make use of Sam's "click and pull", so my groceries were waiting for my at the customer service counter. And I used a cart as a walker when I went through Wal-Mart.
So, prayer in any denomination is welcome and solicited. I don't know what I'll do if I'm unable to navigate this three story house and, more importantly, walk the dogs.
(Posted over at the Red Lion blog, too.)