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Feet of clay

Four years after my surgery, and my ankle's starting to give me gyp again. It doesn't like to be sat on (I tend to fold my legs underneath me), or even stood on, which is or should be a pretty basic function for an ankle to facilitate; it protests at being shoved in heels and has a tendency to swell and throb painfully after a day in flats. Several times during the day, it feels as if it catches on something and locks momentarily, only to carry on again after I somehow force the anklebone (don't know which one) to grind against the upper metatarsals. The thing is, I can't remember having done anything to it - no tripping or bumping or twisting of any unusual kind (of course, I still trip over and bump into things on a regular basis as the surgery I had did not remove my general clumsiness). I could take it to the doctor's but -remembering my surgeon's dire predictions- I'm not sure it'll do any good.

I went out for a meal with my mum the other day, and during the conversation found myself surprised at how the tables had turned. There was a time when Mum was my fount of all knowledge; now it was she who was asking me how to go about adding channels to her TV subscription. And, there was a time when I thought my mum wasn't scared of anything, but the moment I suggested she try acupuncture or hypnotherapy to find relief from her constant hiccoughing (or hiccupping or whichever is the correct way of spelling it) which she confessed was getting worse and worse and subsequently more exhausting, I learnt I was mistaken. Not even when I suggested I go with her could she be persuaded to give alternative medicine a try; while with conventional Western medicine not having been able to treat her I don't see what other option she has if she really wants to get better.

Anyway, I have been rather absent from LJ lately, the reason being that I'm so busy with work these days that I hardly have time or opportunity to form a semi-coherent thought that has nothing to do with that, and I just don't have that much of a life outside it. I haven't seen any good movies, been to any gigs, and just generally haven't got much to tell. I do, however, keep up with my flist, or try to...though by the time I do there hardly seems any point to me adding a comment as others will have said all I could think of two or three days earlier.

And, before I run out of steam completely: should I be interested in this Google+-thing everyone seems dying to get invited to?



Jul. 10th, 2011 01:45 pm (UTC)
What was the diagnosis of your ankle? What was the surgery?
Jul. 10th, 2011 03:37 pm (UTC)
Let's see: ligaments too long and loose (congenital condition, called hyper-something), resulting in multiple severe twists over the years, leading to chronic bouts of tendonitis, leading to ligaments shot to pieces, exacerbated by several fractures and the formation of exostosis. Surgery entailed shortening of ligaments and re-breaking of ankle to allow it to heal properly this time...though they forgot to chip away the exostosis.
Jul. 10th, 2011 04:28 pm (UTC)
Hypermobility, maybe? That's my problem.

Please think about sensible shoes and bionic orthotics, or whatever else it takes.
Jul. 10th, 2011 05:16 pm (UTC)
Sensible shoes?!

In other words: never.
Jul. 11th, 2011 09:56 am (UTC)
I wish you'd consider it. My life is soooo much more pleasant now since I gave away ANYTHING resembling a heel or with thin, unsupportive soles.