Okay, maybe not friend, more like the lesser evil.
All week I’ve been meaning to go to the walk-in clinic to pick up a requisition form to get my ankle x-rayed, but I kept getting thrown obstacles: I accidentally drove past the exit on the way home, had pilates, figured I’d go after last night’s run only to discover it closed early. So this morning, at 11:30, I packed myself up and booked it to the nearby clinic.
Note to self, 11:30 a.m. is NOT a good time to go to the only walk-in clinic in town, a town that is seriously lacking in family physicians. I walked through the door, grabbed the number 39 from the dispenser, and realized there were 11 other numbers ahead of mine. Oh crud. I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned this before but I have a serious fear of all things sick. I hate hospitals, avoid the doctor’s office, and get seriously queasy in walk-in clinics (I think it has something to do with the amount of time I spent in hospitals growing up). But because I was desperate, I tried to find my zen, I tried to suffer the germs in silence, mind you the princess death glare is the silent equivalent of Tony Montana’s last stand oozie rampage. I couldn’t help it, everyone around me was coughing, and oozing, and hacking and at one point a kid in his mom’s arm belched right above me and I so feared there would be a gushing of kid vomit to follow! Needless to say, when my name was finally called out, I ran to the door.
However, the doc wasn’t so keen on granting me my x-ray wish. He checked out the tender area above my ankle, rolled his fingers up and down the spot, to much wincing on my part, and announced there was no reason for an x-ray. It’s lumpy scar tissue, he told me. He asked about my running form, if my toes go inwards while I run, to which I had no idea. I know my feet pronate, but I have no clue about my toes. He suspected a toe issue, which is the result of a hip issue, etc., etc.. He told me to continue icing the area, to which I rolled my eyes. He prescribed an anti-inflammatory cream to be applied four times a day, of which I was a little more receptive to. And then, he wrote out a referral for me to get my gait analyzed. Brilliant!
I’ve been wanting to get my gait analyzed for some time now, but didn’t want to pay the big bucks for it. But with the doc’s referral, it’s covered by extended medical. Woohoo! That prescription alone was almost worth the sick lobby trauma. Almost.
Have you ever had your gait analyzed?
- 6 p.m. BG before: 6.0 (granola bar)
- Temp basal: -50 per cent (set an hour before)
- One hour: rack, mat, chair
- 7:30 p.m. BG after: 7.0