Monday morning, I woke with a very sore left foot.  That happens from time to time, and it usually clears up later the same day or the next.  Not so this week.

I was able to get in to see my podiatrist today.  However, it was at his secondary location.  Which meant driving through Grand Rapids commuter traffic shortly after 5 PM.  For country souls, like Sylvia and me, that is not something we do if we can avoid it.

This is not my foot.

After an examination and X-Rays, first guess is that I’m suffering from gout.  Tomorrow, I’ll have a prescription filled and have blood drawn for lab tests.

The podiatrist gave me an injection in the bunion.  He said, “This will probably hurt . . . a lot.”  He was not wrong.  I did manage to stay in position with some difficulty and many sound effects.  As he withdrew the needle he looked at me and said, “Well you are still smiling.  As usual.”  Seems I have a reputation of being a cheerful guy.

Why not?  It doesn’t cost any more.  If you do that, you’ll feel better and everyone around you will too.