How I Was Treated
Since posting a photo of my feet on Instagram, I’ve discovered I have a lot of well-wishers. Some are from the medical profession. In looking at the gout which is attacking my left foot, recommendations—including prescriptions—are mostly of a diet-nature, ranging from juice-fasts to raw food, to putting restrictions on high protein foods.
I really do appreciate the care and attention coming my way. Thank you!
Let it be known that it’s a first time for me on this discovery. I admit to taking pain killers, antibiotics, and anti-inflammatory pills. Without these I likely could not have gotten the rest needed.
X-rays show there is no bone fracture and from blood-testing the diagnostic reading has determined there’s an excess of uric acid in my system. There was no warning that something like gout was about to visit me but somehow it’s arrived. I’ll double check with my family doctor when I reach Canada tomorrow.
I need also to mention how hospitable the Houston community was in taking care of me, and practically the only time I took away from extra rest was to direct a play with the local youth. I figured if I can’t walk these days, or sit down at the sometimes gruelling meetings, then I can at least get excited about something creative.
After a collective eleven hours of practice, the local volunteers of average age 15/16 were prepared (ready or not) for a performance everyone was pleased with. We had fun. The audience was lifted. Even my foot was happy and painless after the show finished and the curtain was lowered.
May the Source be with you!