I have Reynaud's Phenomenon. That means if someone were to see my hands these days without catching a glimpse of my face of other exposed skin, they would bury me immediately without bothering to check my pulse. Normally it is not this bad but I approximate a dead body very well for someone still typing.
I got out of the Traumotologo's office at 10:45 pm. He was running late tonight and myself and three couples in his waiting room - all older and dressed like they had enough money to be in this posh office - waited for an eternity before the next one was let in. The receptionist, who is super nice and chats with me, played what sounded like the Celtic Ladies, probably for my English-speaking benefit.
I don't think his analysis is complete, because I do think it is a musculoskeletal problem, but he did give me good advice and informed me that the Reynaud's would influence what is happening. Combined with habitual jamming of toes in the front of the shoes, it could cause the problem.
I get to keep my x-ray. It's pretty cool, and kind of freaky to realise I really do have bones in there that look like a skeleton's.
I am toying with the idea of starting a blog with which I would intend to make a bit of money, involving information on feet problems, injuries involving strange and complex causes, and fitting shoes. This would take a lot of work so I'll be thinking about it carefully first.
D means "derecha" - right
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