Something is afoot with the right side of my right foot.
It looks like this. Hidden behind a link because it’s really gross.
What the FUCK.
Well, time to go to Urgent Care. According to the Wait Times website, the central one is less busy right now (wait time 90 mins) , so we’ll be going to it.
So much for my hope that the east one would be less of a hassle. Their wait time is 3 hours and change!
And the one for the ER is almost 5 hours. And it’s not even the weekend!
Now I don’t know how accurate those wait times are, but it’s all we have to go on so go on it we will.
I have no idea WTF is going on. It’s obviously infected AF. I am honestly taking a bit of a risk delaying the trip long enough to do a little blogging.
And to think, I had no idea it was like that until I decided to investigate why the right side of my right foot felt “a little funny”.
That’s all it was. It felt numb and sort of squishy. So I checked it out, expecting to find a bruise or an abrasion or the like.
So imagine my shock when I saw that god damned thing.
Because there’s no other symptoms than the numbness. It’s not sore, it doesn’t sting or burn, it’s not currently oozing anything.
But it might have been at one point. Lord knows where that scab crater came from.
So yeah, it’s off to medical attention for me. I am resisting the urge to just automatically go to the ER because it’s familiar and I trust them.
Then again, they at least do triage, and this nightmare on my foot has to place me substantially above the priority list.
AFAIK, Urgent Care just makes you take a fucking number.
And I don’t want to go to the central one, on Westminster next to Superstore. The care I have gotten there has been good but the wait times have been brutal and the intake staff seemed apathetic and incompetent.
We shall see.
Joe and Julian have plans to hang with Joe’s sister Melanie tonight, so that’s where they will be after 6 pm.
So they will drop me off but God knows how I will get home when I’m done.
I guess it would be a short cab ride at least.
If we go to the central one and the place is jam packed like it has been other times we went there, I might just opt for the ER regardless.
They have triage and places I can sit down.
Nowhere left for me to sit means I can not go. I can’t stand for very long. Even just waiting in line for a short time can mess me up and make my legs hurt.
Good thing the rollator has a built in seat. I can sit there if need be.
I’ll be bringing my phone and its charger. Maybe a book, Regardless of where I go, I will be waiting a long ass time.
Maybe I should tell them I have chest pains. Ha ha ha.
Oh right, and I did do a video today, before I noticed the problem with my right foot.
I think the title is amusingly pretentious given recent events.
Hmmm. Another argument for the ER is they have food and if I am there beyond say 9 pm I will NEED to eat or my blood sugar will crash.
Why do things have to be so damned complicated?
Well that’s it from me for now. I will update you when I get back.
More after the break.
Must…. believe… doctor…
Well the doctor at Urgent Care said the monstrosity on my right foot was just a callous and I should just get someone to fill it off.
And I am really struggling to believe him.
I mean, he’s the one with the medical degree. He’s the one who went to med school. He’s the one society acknowledges as an expert on this kind of thing. I am merely a supplicant at his temple of knowledge and compassion.
But just LOOK AT THIS FUCKING THING.
Does that look like a callous to you? It has a fucking crater.
I will be at Wound Care tomorrow and I will ask the nurse there about it. And I will be extremely careful not to let them know a doctor has already pronounced on it.
Nurses hate contradicting doctors.
We also discovered that my blood pressure is extremely high. How high? So high that the nurse took my blood pressure three times to be sure.
And each time, the machine went BOOP BOOP BOOP warningly at the end.
Same when my doctor did it. Although weirdly, my blood pressure was high but dangerously, boop-inducingly high when he tried testing my left arm.
Which suggests there’s a problem with my right arm specifically. Hmmm.
Regardless, I am going to make an appointment with Doctor Chao for ASAP (so, a phone appointment, probably) to talk about a medication adjustment.
He might need to refer me back to my cardiologist for that. Fine. As long as it gets done I am okay.
I had been wondering about my circulation already because of how I seem to get cold even when it’s perfectly warm and summery out.
That’s not good!
So I will talk to Doctor Chao about that too.
But I swear, if he throws up his hands and says, “I dunno!” this time, I am going to reach through the phone and strangle him with the wires.
After all, that’s what he said about my swollen right foreleg and I am still pretty mad about that. I said as much to the Urgent Care doctor today.
“Oh, my GP knows about it, but he doesn’t know what’s causing it. Nor does he care. ”
I get my little digs in where I can.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.