Being a publication devoted solely to a single ailment, we often work under the assumption that most of our readers are, like us, gout veterans. However, gout will always claim new victims, and for these “rookies,” the unfamiliar changes one’s body goes through can be quite overwhelming. Needless to say, it is important to catch these early signs and symptoms of gout—one, to prevent further damage, and two, to be in the know (that at least what you’re going through is not “that” serious).
Let me speak from experience. I’ve often shared my personal love-hate relationship with gout in this blog, but as a refresher, here’s a quick summary: I had my first attack in 2008; I’ve had 5 to 6 minor episodes since then, and I’ve only had it on my left big toe. Now, going back to that dreadful bout in 2008, the following is an account of what happened—prior to knowing for sure that it was in fact gout that hit me.
It took me about a day and a half before I went to a doctor; the diagnosis was quite routine for her, and I honestly think she knew just by seeing me walk through her office. But let’s go back the to days leading to that check-up.
In the middle of an uneventful day, I noticed an unfamiliar feeling on my left big toe. It wasn’t painful or anything, but it was non-normal enough that I couldn’t deny it, not to mention not notice it. I retired early that day because we had something big planned the next day. Upon waking up, I couldn’t help but notice that the feeling was still there. No worries though, it was still not painful, but I could tell that the feeling became more obvious. Unfortunately, the “big day” we had planned involved a lot of walking—a visit to a theme park of sorts. I wore my regular non-athletic sneakers (with socks), and as the day progressed, I started to develop a limp. I remember describing the feeling as sort of sprain-like—I think sprain was the only other injury I’ve ever had on my foot which is probably why. As the day turned to night, my shoe felt tighter and tighter (because of the swelling). Nearing the end of our activity, I remember telling my then-girlfriend-now-wife that I’d sit the souvenir shopping out. Time finally came to go home and had we not brought an automatic car I would’ve asked her to drive.
Back at home I removed my shoe and saw that my foot was swollen. The swelling was not out of this world or anything, or at least that was what I wanted to think. I showed it to my mom and my sister and they were more surprised than I was. “That is really swollen” or something to that extent were their responses. My mom suspected it was gout because as it turns out, she was all too familiar with the ailment because of my late father. I think it was because they noticed it, and maybe even because I had heard the word “gout,” but after that the pain started to get out of hand. To this day, I often hear anecdotes that even the slightest touch—in particular, bed sheets—can make the pain even worse. To tell you the truth, I do remember removing my blanket altogether and elevating my foot with a pillow—all the while warning anyone who goes near it will die.
The day following that was when we visited the doctor. I shared part of my experiences during the healing stage in this post, but as far as the title of this post is concerned, I have to end here. I hope I was able to shed some light on what you might be experiencing right now, and don’t fret, gout is quite manageable. You’ll live.