A Fit Bloke With Gout

I’ve always been a fit bloke and can’t remember when, my last visit to a doctor was, and what for way back then. I’ve always eaten what I liked and drank gallons of grog, then had no fear of the morning, and a hair of the dog. But just a week ago at a reunion at my club, there was seafood, whisky; mountains of fast food grub, and what a night it was, before I staggered down the street, heading home and satisfied; the reunion felt complete. Then with the morning, I felt like something wasn’t right, for when I moved my left foot; something happened overnight. My left big toe was very painful; I could not rest it on the floor, so to make it to the kitchen it was quite a chore. I tried retracing all my steps, from when I left the exit door, to try and find the reason for, why my toe is so damn sore. But try as hard as I might, I couldn’t get my mind to click, even though I can’t remember, I must have kicked a brick. I couldn’t stand the touch, of a sock, or shoe, or sheet. I’ve got to have a broken toe; it’s so red and full of heat. There was no way to relieve, the pain that’s killing me, so it looks like a visit to a doctor, to see what it could be. The doctor took one look at me and nodded his knowing head, telling me I need to change my lifestyle or I won’t get out of bed. It’s a bad case of podagra, something I’ve never heard about, until he spoke my language; it’s a raging case of gout. So to you fitness fanatics who think that you will be immune, don’t take your eyes off the ball or you might sing a different tune. I thought I was invinsible, and could indulge a stomach breakout, and the last thing that I thought I’d suffer, was a case of gout.