Inspirational
Grasping Toes
When you reach a certain age and meet with friends of your generation, one of the topics of conversation would be maintenance medicines. Most times, it is the only subject of interest.
This includes trips to the doctor, results of medical exams or blood tests, food to avoid, and insomnia.
My own fave topic at the moment are two of my doctors (a neurologist and an orthopedic surgeon). After showing each of them, on two different days, the result of my MRI test, they both gave me the same answer. “Your complaint has nothing to do with your spine MRI. It is the first time I have seen something like this.”
But they agreed on one thing: “See your rehab doctor again.”
What’s this mysterious malady? My right toes.
I blogged about them curling and preventing me from doing my regular morning walk. But my description was not apt. The two doctors, after observing me walk back and forth inside their clinic said, “Grasping toes.”
See, my toes just don’t curl, they grasp whatever surface I walk on. This causes my toe nails undue pressure because they involuntarily dig into my pumps, sandals, or slip ons. And this happens every time I walk, even on bare feet and even if it is just from my bed to the bathroom.
My friends laugh at this phenomenon and as expected, each has his own conclusion, more than what my two doctors attempted to have or say:
“You lack calcium.” “Wear softer shoes.” “That’s a form of rheumatism.” “Eat bananas.” “Drink lots of fluids.” Plus many more.
As I write about this, I am due to see my rehab doctor, who, unfortunately is not available till next week. And so I wait and live with my “grasping toes” every waking hour, relying on grace to lessen the discomfort accompanied by pain.
Meanwhile, I look around me and thank the Lord for the untold blessings that I neglect to appreciate because of my stubborn digits.
