Here is the start of my blog from the previous post.
Like I said, my health concern occurred a week after May’s full moon frenzy and probably the same night of my chiropractic visit.
I had reported my health concerns the following Monday, a few days after my last chiropractic visit.
The last minute, unscheduled follow-up visit with my PCP went well.
But after reading the newest Rx insert, I was afraid and did further research online.
With the help of my online ASSISTANT and with the usual and uncanny timing bought unto moi by the universe in a sorta kinda spiritual “intervention” if y’all will, I found my answer after typing with two key words into the search field under my suspended Twitter account.
Lo and behold! I found the “answer” embedded inside one of the comments of one search results and “knew” what happened to my diagnosed health condition.
I took corrective actions without informing my PCP and bought online supplements, which took immediately upon delivery to my home address.
I wanted “test” what would happen if I self-advocated for my healthcare treatment and then “report” my findings to her in the next upcoming office visit.
I was willing to take the “risk” over the “benefits” of one prescription medication.
And gosh darn it, my personal “test” seems to work out along with her newly prescribed Rx for 30-days only.
I like her narratives on the after visit summaries. She is VERY concise in her narratives. She reminds me of my paternal grandmother for strange odd reason when I first met her.
Anyways, the sensations in my affected areas are returning.
But my toes box areas are still stiff like stone as if Medusa the Gorgon tagged me!
What had happened was that I was lying down on my left side for the same night (after the chiropractic visit).
I both knees together and slightly bent or angled as if in a fetal position.
Suddenly, I felt to whack-a-mole strikes downward vertically from the heaves and directly INSIDE left calf muscles!
That’s when I felt my numbing and tingling in my left foot.
I got up from bed and tried to walk it off for a few days, thinking it was just temporary.
However, I could NOT bend my toes! I was paralyzed!
Then when my elderly father and I were shopping at Costco, which is just one minute away from my neighbood, which is located two minutes away from the most recent construction of our VTA/Bart railway station, by the way.
My hood is that good with amenities, by the way. Just saying.
Anyways, I sent my PCP a message through the online customer, err, patient portal.
Fast forward today, I’m feeling hopeful yet pissed-off that such vile happenings would happen to old farts like myself.
That’s all. End transmission 20260530-0758 AM PT.
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