Aching for comfort

I took a walk for photos, and to get to the coffee shop for internetting. Everything was going great until I stubbed my toe on some straw-like dead weeds. Dead weeds. It hurt so bad I had to get around the corner of the closest building and bawl for several minutes.

But my pain clinic people are questioning my CRPS diagnosis because the nerve block didn’t work. W.T.F. I have all the symptoms. Straw made me cry!

I don’t guess I really care what it is, I just want some relief. I’m going to get an appointment with a podiatrist, because the pain in my MTP joints especially the first, is hideous. I put a folded up sock under the ball of my foot in my sandal, and it alleviated a lot of the joint pain there. Which, as I believed before the CRPS diagnosis, is a sign of sesamoiditis and MTP synovitis, which have slightly different treatments. *incredibly-long-string-of-creative-cusswords*

I kind of want to combine this with my photoblog, but then sometimes I don’t want certain people reading this. I guess I’ll just have to deal with the cognitive dissonance.

DEEP TEENAGERY SIGH