I have arthritis…
If you know me, you’d probably have added me on Facebook and likely would have seen the x-ray scans of my leg/foot/ankle. Ever since I came to Taiwan, I have exercised a lot and I mean a lot. I was on a strict diet and my goal was to lose 16kg. I achieved that goal in 3 months of planning it. I exercised everyday for an hour, doing cardiovascular exercises to lose the weight that I had gained from eating too much in England. I lost the weight I wanted to lose and to be honest I looked good so I was satisfied with what I had achieved. I fell in-love with this Korean chick and I stopped exercising, as I felt so happy for the first time in my life. I felt free, loved and wanted by someone.
However, the story changed when she went back to Korea to finish her studies in Seoul, South Korea. I felt down and depressed when she left, so I started exercising again to keep my mind off of how bad it was not being with my lovely jagi.
I exercised a lot, similar to how I was exercising before, except I was probably less intensive when it came to cardiovascular exercises, I did a lot more press-ups, went boating, swimming and all of that. Just two days ago, I felt significant enough pain in my foot to be concerned about the welfare of my foot as I had damaged that area before; I fractured my leg previously. This was just two nights ago.
2 days ago, I went to a hospital to have my foot looked at after work, I had to miss an hour of work, but my health is more important so I decided to go and get it checked out.
As I was walking into the hospital as my mother had dropped me off by car, and I was feeling the same pains in my foot just walking normally. I felt there must have been something wrong, I could feel it and sense it.
So the doctor looked at my foot and he quietly dismissed any idea of getting an x-ray done. He stated all I had was a common among athletes called Achilles tendon; however I didn’t believe this to be the case. I insisted on an x-ray saying to him that I had not seen a doctor in while about my broken leg. He refused twice saying he could assure me that all I had was Achilles tendon. — But, I think he just wanted to go home after a long day at work. I saw him at nearly closing time, even though I missed one hour of work.
I got the x-ray done in the end and this dear doctor informed me that I had early stages of arthritis. I was shocked, speechless and horrified. I wanted to ask, what the next step was, however as I could not speak, my mother said what I would have said for me. I felt horrid, dismayed and extremely unhappy. The doctor said there is nothing that he could do. He recommended me to fly back to England or to go to Switzerland as apparently they have a fair few more experienced doctors who specialize on this particular issue of mine. He said something about bone corrective surgery.
I can’t walk without feeling pain, I definitely can’t run and I kind of feel crippled. I have to drag my leg along as it is too painful to step on the ground normally. I really wish I could recover naturally, but that will never happen. I’ll probably fly back to England, however that would likely mean not seeing my girlfriend for a long time among other ‘issues’ which will occur. I have a few dilemmas which I have to solve. But fuck me, this wasn’t anything I’d have expected to have happened.
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