I sure picked the wrong week to skip a pedicure.
Doc suspects either a bone spur or plantar fasciitis. I'm a recovered medical symptom googler so I don't know which to hope for, or against. She gave me a prescription for an x-ray, a referral for a podiatrist and a prescription for some naprosyn.
I also learned the lab messed up the blood she drew two weeks ago at my physical so they gave me the forms to get it done again. Comforting. There was a lab around the corner from her office so I dropped in to hand over some blood. I'm not overly squeamish but five vials of blood is an awful lot of blood to be adjacent to rather than inside of my body.
That finished I figured I might as well knock off the x-ray as well so I took a bus over to NYU Medical Center where I had to wait maybe 15 minutes tops. Note: take care of all medical business on Wednesday afternoons. I got to go into a room that looked just like the MRI room on House. Well, if Princeton Plainsboro fell on hard times. Or went back in time. Another person poked at my shoddily pedicured foot and then I hobbled out, with the foot plague in full throb by this point.
I took a cab home after stocking up on supplies for another night without Chris. He's at a show in Hoboken this time so I've got more food he won't eat, more mysteries and an entire box of mallomars on deck. Pray for my foot.