Injections of Dooooooom

Last night I pinched in between my metatarsals to evaluate my remaining neuroma pain. I put my thumb underneath my foot and my index finger on top, positioned my fingertips in between the heads of the bones, and squeezed. On my right foot, in between the third and fourth metatarsals, pinching could not make the thing hurt. YAY! In between the second and third, it could. My left foot is a mass of owie. Forget any evaluation there. That one hurts even in the interstices where I don't have neuromas.

This morning I got the last set of alcohol shots for my right foot! The final set is DEFINITELY the easiest. They hurt far, far less this time than the first time. Sure, they don't feel good, but I don't quit breathing or anything. The nerves' ability to transmit information seems pretty weak by now.

Second-to-last set for the left. (Owie.) I am bummed that as of this morning, my left foot did not feel nearly as good as my right foot felt last week. It may be that the left foot will simply not respond as well to this procedure. I did get reassurances that if I needed nerve resection on the left foot only, I would be permitted to drive (as long as I wasn't loopy on Vicodin). The right foot's the critical one, as it handles the brake. For this same surgery on the right foot, they wouldn't permit me to drive for four to six weeks.

My doctor couldn't find the facial expression pictures to send me. Oh well, some time.

(I'm perversely disappointed that my feet bled a tiny bit at the injection sites. A couple visits ago I had Zombie Feet!)

Some day: ice hotels

I'd love to stay in an ice hotel someday.

Here's one in Quebec.
Here's one in Alta, Norway.
Here's one in Jukkasjärvi, Sweden.
And here's a whole village, complete with 7-room hotel, in Yllas, Finland.

I have been to the Arctic Icebar in downtown Helsinki. I was most impressed by the sprinkler system. (A sprinkler system. In a room made of ice. Think about it.)