How 600 meter can turn into several miles!

Yesterday I went to therapy again. And me therapist decided that we are going to try to take a walk. Just to the hospital cafeteria.

The first 10 meters went well. Then the pain started in me heelbone. It felt as if you would a knife in it over and over again. We stopped for some minutes. Then the next meters. Me hands started to throbb painfully. We had to stop again. And again and again and again. After more than 30 minutes we finally arrived at the cafeteria.

Thankfully my therapist decided to take a break there and ordered some coffee. We talked about me chances for getting a job again, for getting money and to find a doctor who will finally check on the screws in my heelbone! So far none of the docs at the hospital want to check it again! We talked about the problem that the CRPS is spreading and the fear that it will infect me hands soon. I got the carpal tunnel syndrome on both hands. And me therapist thinks that the CRPS would like, no, would love to infect my hands!

After 30 minutes of talking and coffee drinking, we had to go back. It felt like miles. And before the driver from the red cross picked me up, me therapist told me that it would be nice if I wouldn’t curse her for the rest of the day, because I would surely regret that I walked for more than 200 meters!

She was right. Well sort of. I don’t regret that I did it. But I’m suffering so much! Me hands are wibbly-wobbley. And I didn’t sleep all night long because me foot felt like an inferno grande! I still can’t even put me foot on the ground without screaming of pain. But I will do it again next week. Next time we will take the therapy dog Mathilda with us. Me therapist told me that we will go to the bus station and drive bus.

I know I will suffer again! But I’ll do anything to get me life back!