Cortisone...who knew?

So Robb finally had his doctor's appointment yesterday, where he had x-rays done on his poor miserable feet. The doctor threw all kinds of medical terms at us and reminded me a great deal of "Alex" on Grey's Anatomy, but I frankly didn't care that much what he was like as long as he did SOMETHING. He thinks it is an advanced case of ligament inflamation called Plantar Faceitis (or something like that). He gave Robb a shot of corisone in his left foot and put him on a couple of prescriptions, gave him inserts for work and two braces to wear at night. It will take at least 3 months to heal (and knowing Robb's incredible slowness to heal just in general, it will be more like 5 or 6), but by the time we got to Walmart after the appointment, he was already feeling better. He came home last night with less than half of the swelling and hardly any pain (in comparison). He did kick off the braces at about 4 a.m. this morning, but was able to get up without limping and yelling out in pain (which he has been doing for about a month).

I don't think I had realized how much this had been wearing on us until the 500 pound weight of worry had been lifted. It has been excrutiating to watch him; I can't imagine how much physical pain he has had. Honestly, on Sunday, he didn't even get up; he slept in till 10 and went back to sleep for hours by 3 p.m. and went right to sleep again that night. I asked the doctor about rheumatoid arthritis (which I have been nervous about), and he said that while it isn't "off the table" completely, they are going to treat this problem first and see if he responds. If he gets better, than we shouldn't worry further. He had chills again this morning, but did seem to be a lot better overall. It's nice to have him back. He joked a lot about it, but it's been terrible, really. He's been really tough and I'm proud of him, but I hope that he is soon to be done with the pain altogether.

Now...if our house would just sell and a new job would come along....