under the blanket

Once upon a time, I had such great legs that they were used for a photo shoot.

Now, I just have bai kar which hurt all the time, sometimes so bad that I can't even sleep without twitching in pain. All the horrible wounds and swelling make my feet look like pig trotters. I have to take pills that have such strong side-effects that other meds have to be precribed to keep them in check. And don't even get me started on all those pretty shoes I can't fit into anymore.

And yet, after more than 10 months since the blood clots and wounds started appearing for no apparent reason, I am no nearer to being cured, or even an accurate diagnosis. The specialists I saw [four in total] think it is some sort of immune system failure, but since the meds aren't working, they are left scratching their heads.

After screaming at the inefficient NHS for the umpteenth time and a two-month wait, finally, finally, finally, tomorrow I am going to see a supposed pre-emininent specialist in the field. His name is Professor Black [like some sort of Cluedo character] and I'm hoping he will solve the case of the mysterious foot ailment.

Wish I had kept a copy of that shoe story from long ago, so I can at least ogle at my own legs when they were at their best. Oh well, there goes any career plans as a leg model. Dem.