I got a haircut and a clean bill of health today. Dr. Perri examined my foot and said that I have some symptoms of a very mild case of Reflex Sympathetic Distrophy (RSD) but that if I continue to walk on it and not to baby it, it won't progress and will go away. He foresees a possible full recovery within a year with maybe some shadows of pain along the way.He said that the prognosis was very goooood.
I've never been happier to leave a doctor's office before in my life.
He told me that the nerves in between my first two toes are fucked up and don't quite grasp the concept that the rest of my foot isn't injured anymore. So, I have to go about my business, walk as much as possible and teach my foot that there really isn't anything to complain about.
This is all in my head. There is no injury. It's like I have to keep repeating that.
And while repeating that, I get some spiffy drugs that will block mild pain in the area. Yay for drugs!
I go home tomorrow and get my photos developed from the museum.
I'm a lot happier than I was three days ago and or possibly three months ago when this whole thing went down.
I just wanted you to know.
~Ps: I just looked back at how I said I get to go home tomorrow. I'm going back to college tomorrow. I didn't even think to interchange the nouns. I guess this college's growing on me or something.
