Tarsal Tunnel Syndrome. Am I weird or what? For all the typing that I do, I should have Carpal Tunnel Syndrome instead. But, that is what Dr. R., my rheumatologist, says.
Only after researching it, I’m not so sure. I don’t have many of the supposed symptoms. My ankle doesn’t hurt, my toes don’t hurt, my foot is not swollen, my leg is not painful. In fact, the only symptom I have is the positive Tinel’s sign. “A tingling electric shock sensation that occurs when you tap over an affected nerve.” (Wiki)
I have that in spades. This morning I scooted up on the bed to see if the gardener was in my back yard, and Yowza! The top of my foot pressed against the bed and instead of green grass I saw stars. Not sure what color those were.
He wants to see me in six weeks, as opposed to the normal two month interval. I suppose given time, I might develop those other symptoms. His plan is to do nothing, but wait till then. And if it doesn’t get better, he’ll stick a needle in there, by my ankle. Oooh!
“I’ll think about it,” I said.
I’ll go along with his plan and wait. But, I think if I need needles stuck in my foot, I may go to the man who knows my feet intimately, Dr. L. He’s such a trip.
For now, I’m just happy that my foot doesn’t bother me 24/7. And only my strappy sandals cause me pain. I can walk, I can dance, I can pedal my bike at 20 miles an hour.
So I give thanks. And hopefully, this case of neuralgia resolves itself, as Dr. R. said it might. I will think good thoughts. I don’t need any more electrical impulses shooting through me.
(Note: I had reserved this title for a series of naughty poems I’m writing. I couldn’t resist using it here. Should I post them, they will go in my other blog. I will advise. Hey, whatever gets you through the day!)