First of all, I have to say, I'm virulently opposed to the word "gout." Doesn't it just sound awful? Like some sort of horribly communicative disease that should require the sufferer to go live in a leper colony or something? Let's call it something nicer, like, "painful disease caused by build-up of uric acid, generally caused by repetitive movement." Doesn't that have a nicer ring to it?
Second, this is what I think of when I hear the word "gout."He's actually a pretty adorable little old man-but that's my point. He's a little old man, and I consider myself to be a young(ish) woman. Young women just shouldn't get little old men's diseases, should they?
It all started two weeks ago when I threw a bone out in my big toe. After an adjustment, it was still sore, but then I developed gout symptoms. Well, this morning I woke up with bones out in my left foot. I've just come back from the doctor, and we're trying to resolve upon a game plan.
1. Cherry juice, alfalfa, and flax seed oil.
2. Eating more healthy foods.
3. And for the bones, a connective tissue supplement.
I guess this is what happens when you go for thirty-three years without making yourself the priority. I've always been so busy with home, family, and work (or hobbies) that my health has been ignored. You know, the consequences can be pretty darned painful ...