Last October, I woke up one morning with my left ankle swollen and hurting like the dickens… So, I dutifully made a doctor’s appointment, and told her how I’d tripped over uneven surfaces in my back yard probably four times in the previous month.
Instantly, the doc says, “Gout”… stop eating this food and this food, and don’t drink such and such, and we’ll test your Uric Acid levels, and start taking this painkiller, and these gout drugs right away…
After I insisted that I think it had something to do with falling, she sent me for an x-ray… which showed nothing, so the doc continued to tell me how to eat “properly” from now on… and take my pills…
I did all kinds of research on gout, and don’t eat or drink almost anything on the list of “gout danger” foods… and my tests came back showing my uric acid levels were normal…
When I told her that I REALLY didn’t think it was gout, she told me to take my pills, and she’d send me to a podiatrist to have them check it out…
Went with friends to Disneyland at New Years, and as the day went on my foot hurt more and more… by the end of the day, I was sending friends on rides just so I could sit - anywhere… the pain was unbearable…
So went back to the doc and told her I really didn’t think it was gout, because it felt worse and worse when I was walking or standing… but she insisted it was gout… and to keep taking the pills… At this point, if I walked five feet, it was MAJOR pain, and everyone who knew me asked why I was limping…
But, I dutifully took the pills for the four months it took to get to see the podiatrist, who instantly said it wasn’t gout and to stop taking all the pills… I just needed some physical therapy… so I should book that…
Within a few days the pain was back to major levels, so it was back on the pills… but only the pain killers… I figured the gout pills weren’t working anyway, so why keep taking em?
I kept researching gout, and finally decided that it was time to find out if I really had gout or not… so I booked an appointment with a rheumatologist… I had horrible visions of needles in my ankle to test for crystals, and barely slept the night before… but dragged myself to the appointment…
The rheumatologist talked for a few minutes, played with my ankle, and asked me about things like falling. I told him about all the times I twisted my ankle in my yard, and he told me there was no reason to do a test for gout, he wanted me to go have an MRI on my ankle…
For the first time since my ankle had started to hurt, a doctor actually told me he was sorry that I had had to put up with pain for so long… and had me send in to the state to get a temporary disabled placard for my car… he suspected I had a torn tendon or ligament…
Flash forward to last week - I went for my MRI which said that I DO have a torn ligament in my ankle… which I’ve had for 8 FUCKING MONTHS… Next stop is an orthopedic surgeon… and I’ll either end up with a boot or an operation… but NO FUCKING GOUT…
I actually still like my doctor a lot, but I think I’ll be bringing my “Gout” up for a LONG LONG time when I go in for other things…