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crystalline buildup

Okay, so, the poisoning's gone now. And the knee (embarassingly injured in a country dancing mishap, while I was facing my childhood fears -- let that be a lesson to you), now that's also been steadily getting better, under a regime of gentle exercise and no longer running up and downstairs like a maniac. More or less.

However, I noticed that last week, unable to eat, walk and generally pitiful in all other ways, my knees were markedly better. Swelling down, no pain. Almost back to normal! Saturday night I'd recovered well, and we had friends round, timscience cooked them delicious food, wine was consumed, etc. etc.

Sunday brought excruciating pain, mostly in the knee joints, but also shooting down the legs. Bad enough I ended up putting my feet up while I waited for the painkillers to kick in, bad enough that I was staggering. It was as if, I thought (from a pleasantly clear head, it has to be said) I have a hangover in my knees.

Ah. Now. There's a word for that. And while it's not traditionally applied to pre-menopausal women, if it's applicable to Julie Burchill, could it be applicable to me? Almost invariably, the answer to that question is "no", but it has to be said ... could it be the dreaded g-word? Bane of restaurant critics with bad circulation? Could it be... (say it small) gout?

This, obviously, needs to be put to the test. I will, therefore, over the next couple of months, be following a careful regime of experimental drinking and eating, checking in detail the effect of rich food, different types of alcoholic beverage and general overindulgence on my poor, abused knee joints. If anyone feels able to help me with this, I'll be very grateful, and of course name them in the research paper.

Obviously I'll have to do some control sessions of abstemiousness and exercise, but it hardly seems fair to expect any friends to suffer alongside me so that I will do alone. Possibly in a hair shirt (I have one to hand, having just cut my hair).

Harlequin is still in her buster collar. From the right angle, it makes her look just like Lady Gaga.


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26th Jan, 2010 23:56 (UTC)
I advise the purchase and consumption of the best quality port available, in order to best test these gout theories. After all, science would demand nothing less.
27th Jan, 2010 09:09 (UTC)
I like the way you think, sir!
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27th Jan, 2010 09:10 (UTC)
If it turns out to be a red wine thing I will be quite annoyed.
27th Jan, 2010 08:58 (UTC)
No extra info to offer, but much sympathy. Oh the curse of hurty knees...
27th Jan, 2010 09:11 (UTC)
Re: Owies...
The terrible, terrible knees!

oh, I shall be fine, I'm sure
27th Jan, 2010 09:32 (UTC)
I can recommend the Badoit regime if you need to cut down. My problem was that I wanted a "treat" of a beer or glass of wine after a shit day at work. Now I treat myself to a bottle of Badoit instead. It's actually reached the point where I'll think, "I've not drunk anything for ages, I could indulge in a beer....nah, I want Badoit!"

But that might just be because I'm weird.

More seriously, it may be a temporary thing, if you're stressed out it may make you more susceptible than normal, meaning that if you do discover a difficulty with certain foods or drinks, that may wear off once your stress levels and stress-related health problems ease off. In my case, the doctor told me to cut down on alcohol due to stomach-ulcer-like symptoms. Now I'm no longer as stressed, I no longer have the stomach-ulcer thing and could probably indulge more if I wanted to.
27th Jan, 2010 13:14 (UTC)
Sorry about your knee :(
27th Jan, 2010 13:31 (UTC)
Beer would still be ok I assume?
28th Jan, 2010 22:13 (UTC)
Haven't really tried it in quantity. Should pencil that in, I guess...
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28th Jan, 2010 22:12 (UTC)
Re: P.s.
Thanks but I'm still experimentally overindulging to check that it is actually gout. I'll get back to you if it turns out to be anything other than a coincidence...
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