I’m dealing with Tarsal Tunnel. The boot does seem to help. I wore it right up until Maggie’s class and it didn’t really start bothering me until Marcie’s. At that point, I’d been on my feet and moving, for about 1 hour and 45 minutes.
Tarsal Tunnel Syndrome – Overview, Symptoms, Causes & Treatment – podiatrychannel
Tarsal tunnel syndrome is caused by the entrapment of the tibial nerve.
Okay, now this is just weird.
If I get Depo-SubQ mail order, it costs $65.84 each fill, but if I get it at the local pharmacy, after the first 2, it’s $55.00. On the first two fills it is $40.00. That’s weird. Now I need to look up Depo again.
I’m glad I checked. They must have changed the prices because it’s $25 for the first two, and then $35.00 at retail and $45 by Mail.
I’m going retail.
I wish I had checked this before I ordered the last one.
I want to talk to my ob/gyn about this form of Depo, so I used the blogger function to email the address to myself. I downloaded the email to my Treo, and now I have the links to show him when I get to the office. I’ll just pull them down while I am waiting.
The Well-Timed Period: Depo subQ: Birth Control & Endometriosis
Depo subQ: Birth Control & Endometriosis
I probably spelled that wrong. It’s my yearly well woman visit.
I need to remember two things, I still have some function problems. I like the way my doctor put it once, basically the hanger is too small for the plane. (No big is not always better).
Also, we don’t have as many days off next year, I’ve sat down and entered all our days off, and getting the depo shot in September is a problem to begin with. I am wondering if we can go to the new Depo SubQ and let me self inject more. He doesn’t like the idea, but I’ve been on the stuff for 10 years, and I give myself shots all the time.
Part of the problem is his office hours. He closes a bit early.
If he is worried about allergic reaction, he could write a script for that, just in case.
Professional Patient: Be Kind to Yourself after an Appointment
I actually go one step further — during the school year, I schedule one or two appointments together — usually ending with my CDE in the afternoon, because no matter how bad things have been, she’s always on MY side.
Then I take the whole day off and take myself out to lunch. Nothing is a better treat for a teacher than real lunch with adults in the room and someone serving you. In other words, don’t go to a buffet!
Professional Patient: Be Kind to Yourself after an Appointment
I actually go one step further — during the school year, I schedule one or two appointments together — usually ending with my CDE in the afternoon, because no matter how bad things have been, she’s always on MY side.
Then I take the whole day off and take myself out to lunch. Nothing is a better treat for a teacher than real lunch with adults in the room and someone serving you. In other words, don’t go to a buffet!
Went to the podarist today. Good move, I’m having problems with my Tarpel Tunnel.
He gave me 3 choices:
Antiinflammatories
Cortisone shot
Boot.
I picked the boot, which was also his suggestion. I can wear this thing all the time, including sleeping unless I’m doing treadmill or dog agility running, and hopefully nip this in the bud, without affecting my blood sugar too much — all will elevate, including the boot as it forces some inactivity, but is the least invasive.
Am to see him again in a month.
Went to the podarist today. Good move, I’m having problems with my Tarpel Tunnel.
He gave me 3 choices:
Antiinflammatories
Cortisone shot
Boot.
I picked the boot, which was also his suggestion. I can wear this thing all the time, including sleeping unless I’m doing treadmill or dog agility running, and hopefully nip this in the bud, without affecting my blood sugar too much — all will elevate, including the boot as it forces some inactivity, but is the least invasive.
Am to see him again in a month.
At dLife Today: War Stories the Dlife blog asks how we were told. I have posted this story before.
I was surprised when I was told. My family history indicates that I will be diabetic and my medical team and I have been watching for diabetes for years.
I had been told I was borderline the year before diagnosis, but that my lipid levels were worse, so the doctor wanted to watch the blood sugar levels first, and deal with the possible diabetes later. At the time, my faster blood sugar was around 125.
A year passed and we were still seeing faster blood sugar levels between 125 and 150. Nothing higher. So after the year was up, the doctor decided to send me for a glucose tolerance test.
Well, by the end of glucose tolerance test, I wasn’t. (that is tolerating the glucose).
I went through a weekend I was sicker than a dog (and I use that expression wisely, being a dog person). I got to school and realized that I couldn’t cope with the day by about 9:00 am. So I called for a emergency sub and called the doctors office and told them I was coming in. At the same time, they were calling all my numbers to tell me to get into the office now.
I’m honestly not sure if I told the doctor the diagnosis, or if he told me.
I really think I was lucky. I got drastically sick quickly from the glucose tolerance test so I had incentive to do something to get well.
I was feeling perfectly okay Friday morning, and by Friday noon, I was a snarling, nasty person, blurred vision, headaches, horrible thirst, you name it. To this day, I feel badly for the people who did my mammogram in the afternoon, as they didn’t deserve me at all.
At dLife Today: War Stories the Dlife blog asks how we were told. I have posted this story before.
I was surprised when I was told. My family history indicates that I will be diabetic and my medical team and I have been watching for diabetes for years.
I had been told I was borderline the year before diagnosis, but that my lipid levels were worse, so the doctor wanted to watch the blood sugar levels first, and deal with the possible diabetes later. At the time, my faster blood sugar was around 125.
A year passed and we were still seeing faster blood sugar levels between 125 and 150. Nothing higher. So after the year was up, the doctor decided to send me for a glucose tolerance test.
Well, by the end of glucose tolerance test, I wasn’t. (that is tolerating the glucose).
I went through a weekend I was sicker than a dog (and I use that expression wisely, being a dog person). I got to school and realized that I couldn’t cope with the day by about 9:00 am. So I called for a emergency sub and called the doctors office and told them I was coming in. At the same time, they were calling all my numbers to tell me to get into the office now.
I’m honestly not sure if I told the doctor the diagnosis, or if he told me.
I really think I was lucky. I got drastically sick quickly from the glucose tolerance test so I had incentive to do something to get well.
I was feeling perfectly okay Friday morning, and by Friday noon, I was a snarling, nasty person, blurred vision, headaches, horrible thirst, you name it. To this day, I feel badly for the people who did my mammogram in the afternoon, as they didn’t deserve me at all.