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When trying to describe what gout feels like, I can only describe it as excruciating!To define this would be extremely painful, causing intense suffering, unbearably distressing and torturing and even these words do not paint the full picture.
My unfortunate adventure with my great enemy begins May 2013, although for the sake of this blog we are now going to address gout as Gary! To be honest with you, I’ve never really liked the name Gary anyway so this is fitting for the blog. I would say i’d apologise to any Gary’s reading this, but I don’t really mind upsetting you because its technically all your fault.
Sorry where were we, oh yes, May 2013. I was rudely awoken by an intruder and jolted from my comfortable position to the sudden horrendous, sharp, throbbing pain torpedoing into my right big toe. It felt as though a volcano had erupted and magma was beginning to cascade into the ball of my foot. Every time I went to place my foot on the floor it felt as though Gary grew with anger and proceeded to inflict more pain my way!
I decided to try and wait it out hoping that Gary would get bored, but my patience began to grow thin and desperation started to set in. There was only so much more that I could endure. The medicine was close but yet seemed so far away, I knew that if I reached the target then I would have conquered Gary and vanquished him back into purine particles.
This was it, the moment of truth, I used the element of surprise after elevating my foot for so long and before Gary had time to react, I had reached the treasure of all treasures my Naproxen BP 500 mg! I swallowed two of these tablets and instantly felt a sense of ease.
A couple of hours later and I felt as though I was back to normal, Gary had been defeated. However I knew that my conquest would be short lived and that even though I had won this battle, It didn’t mean that I had won the war which was heading my way.
To be continued………..
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