Maybe, if I were smart, I’d go see a doctor. Well, smart isn’t it, really. If I were rich, or had health insurance, I’d go see a doctor. But neither describes me, so I won’t, at least for now.
Just as I was…finally…getting back into my habit of going for long walks, something happened to my left foot. A very strange thing. The top right quadrant of my left foot started hurting like hell. To my knowledge, I didn’t twist it, drop anything on it, or otherwise injure it in any way. It just started hurting. And it hurts most when I get up in the morning and move it in a certain way.
This has been going on for well over a week, now; no change. My guess is that it might be related to arthritis, as I’ve been having some pretty severe arthritis in my elbows and knees lately. But my foot? I don’t know.
It’s one of those pains that you know will be hard, maybe impossible…and expensive…to diagnose. There would be X-rays, probably, and a referral to a “specialist,” who might want additional tests, none of which would be inexpensive. So, for the time being, I will simply put up with it and hope it doesn’t get worse. I will wait until insurance companies are forced by the government to give me insurance. I know that insurance will be very, very expensive, so I need to save my money now so I can afford it. So, for now, no doctor.
My loathing of the health insurance industry has not diminished. With every ache or pain, it increases.