At times there is a dull throb or, at times, a sharp twinge. It’s always when I want to sleep but it won’t let me. I don’t want anything to touch it, not even a linen sheet, not counting a blanket, which irritates beyond belief. I can’t see it. I can’t touch it. I feel it deep down into my soul. I have gout in my right knee and right ankle. It swells and looks much larger than it really is. I don’t want to admit it nor do I want to acknowledge to anyone that I have it.
My doctor asked me a series of questions trying to determine what could have caused this ailment and what can be done to eradicate it. I have a theory that it started with my stroke, but that was 30 years ago and that could be the cause because my entire right side was paralyzed. It’s never in my left knee or ankle; therefore, one plus one equals two.
My doctor talked about arthritis in my knee and, at the time, I was not acknowledging gout. At that particular time my ankle did not hurt or throb. I took my doctor’s advice and had the knee operation and was given a video of the operation. The doctor cleaned out all sorts of debris out of my knee joint and I, a few days later, felt much better. A little over a year later the problem returned and the doctor started me on pills. The pain is still there along with a slight swelling.
Now I am beginning to have similar problems with my left knee and right ankle. The doctor showed me the x-rays of my knees and ankle showing the roughness of the knee sockets and of the ankle. He still says it’s arthritis, but my investigation tells me its gout. How do I know? I rarely have the problem during the day.
I sleep on my side, but I can’t stand my knees or ankles to touch each other. I have found a way around this by not letting them touch. I have also have found putting a warm hot water bottle between my knees also help. I have not found a solution to putting heat on my ankles without getting the bed wet. I have even tried sticking my feet out into the cool air of the bedroom. It only helped for a couple of minutes; however, my knees were fine with the hot water bottle.
Remember Ben Franklin from the 1700s and remember me from today. The problem is still there and there is no cure. If one is found, let me know.