Showing posts with label #gout. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #gout. Show all posts

Monday, April 11, 2016

An old man's disease

What image comes to your mind when you hear the term “gout”? I see a corpulent, overweight old Englishman of the 18th century, eating huge piles of roast beef and swilling ale. Samuel Johnson probably had gout though that has not been proven, but he comes to mind as a classic case.

So imagine my dismay and surprise today when I was told my swollen left foot is probably due to gout, and the reason I don’t feel the tremendous pain usually associated with it is that I have had peripheral neuropathy for years. A doctor who has known me longer than I care to admit told me long ago he could diagnose that from the way I walk. I surely don’t think I mirror the image of the man above.

But wait! I don’t drink ale or beer, and I eat precious little beef. So, as internet addicts do, I went to Google where the first thing I found was a list of ten foods to avoid. Top of the list: fish. I eat tuna fish at least once a day and sometimes, like today, twice, and yes, I drink quite a bit of white wine—but I always thought red wine, although healthier for you, caused gout. Wonder how many Italians have gout?

The rest of the list didn’t alarm me so much—beef, but I eat little of it; rich sauces—not guilty, except on occasion; organ meat—okay, I love chopped liver but I know it’s not on a healthy diet and rarely eat it. Is tongue organ meat? I eat more of that.  Fruit juice—I eat raspberries and blueberries a lot when in season but don’t drink fruit juice. Soda—never, nada; caffeine—one cup of green tea a day. Surely that doesn’t count. Fried foods—I avoid them like the plague. Well, most of the time.

So there go fish and wine. I foresee lunches of egg salad and cottage cheese. It surprises me that cheese and eggs are not on the list, though we are increasingly told what a bad rap they both had. Cheese is touted often as a misunderstood good-for-you food, especially since all blame has focused on sugar and carbohydrates, neither of which I eat much. I would have told you I eat a healthy diet—what could be better than tuna salad, cottage cheese, cherry tomatoes and a bit of fruit. I guess Mother Nature fools us again.

Sunday, July 26, 2015

Sometimes life throw you a curve


July 26, 2015
My guardian angel
Sometimes life throws you a curve, and it did me this morning. I woke up with my left foot twice the size of my right. I’d been having trouble with the foot for five nights—weird, acute but brief pain during the night. Yesterday via phone my brother confirmed my diagnosis of neuropathy. This morning, when I reported the swelling, he said “There goes the neuropathy diagnosis. Go to ER to be sure you don’t have a clot.” I called Jordan, and she was here in record time. We spent the next three hours in the ER, where by x-ray and ultrasound they ruled out a clot—the good news. Best diagnosis: an arthritic flare-up with possible gout. I’m off my feet for at least three or four days, except for what little moving about I must do.

Not my best picture--no makeup
sloppy clothes hastily grabbed
and an attitude
Here’s a paean to Jordan. She has been my absolute guardian angel all day (not that she doesn’t take good care of me every day). In the ER, she handed me everything from banana to green tea to my phone and the newspaper. She asked the questions I forgot to ask, and she kept her uncle and big brother up to date. The other two siblings were traveling, and she decided not to worry them.

Once we got home she went to the drugstore for a prescription and a compression sock, fixed lunch—Christian and Jacob had joined the party by then—and she and Christian made the salad I was supposed to make for supper tonight.

Because here’s the kicker—we had fifteen people to celebrate my birthday and that of Susan Halbower, my neighbor and close friend. A salad buffet—everyone brought a salad, and Jordan made a wonderful antipasto. Good meal for a summer evening. Jordan cleaned the kitchen and started my new dishwasher on its maiden run. My house is in almost perfect shape, my plants watered (thank to Jacob), my dog fed and happy.

It was a lovely evening, and I sat on the couch, with my ugly foot on a cushion on the coffee table, the entire time while people brought me food and drink. I know in 24 hours I’ll be itching to be on the go, but tonight I felt like a queen and was quite content. And now am very tired.