My Medical Diagnosis
There I was late at night…working on my computer. It was as if I were Edgar Allan Poe “once upon a midnight dreary.”
Poe’s poem, The Raven, resonated with me.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door —
Only this, and nothing more.
The only thing missing was the Raven saying, “Nevermore.”
As I moved back and forth between napping, I attempted to deal with my plantar fasciitis. I had been to my podiatrist complaining about the pain in my left heel. I thought that it was plantar fasciitis. He had concurred with my medical diagnosis but wanted to confirm that we were both correct.
Therefore, before he cut the plantar fascia that connects my toes to my heel, my podiatrist wanted to see an MRI of my left foot. The hospital sent him the results and gave me a cd of the MRI. Therefore, in between pain, pondering, and napping, I wandered through various videos of the MRI. Mind you, I’m not a medical doctor, nor do I recall whether I was napping or awake. Nonetheless, I remembered seeing something that concerned me.
These two photos are from my left foot. The first one is the MRI of the side of my foot. I wasn’t sure if there was something foreign in my heel as I pondered over it.
Therefore, I looked at another MRI, looking down on my foot. It concerned me. What is the elliptical part that I circled in red?
When I returned to my podiatrist, I was hesitant to say anything about what I saw. Fortunately, he mentioned that the radiologist saw something that wasn’t related to the plantar fasciitis. The radiologist was more concerned about the tarsal tunnel issue. Essentially, the tarsal tunnel is similar to carpal tunnel. The only real difference is that it has to do with my heel and not my wrist.
The nerve that runs through the tarsal tunnel was inflamed. The nerve’s swelling resulted in a great deal of pain. Nevertheless, while I was floating between looking at my MRI and napping, there came a tapping. It was the Raven.
However, it was not as Poe wrote, “Quoth the Raven ‘Nevermore.’” This time, it was “Quoth the Raven ‘They are tracking you.’”
It seemed that the Raven was telling me the Bill Gates and others have developed a microchip that they put in coronavirus vaccines so that Big Brother could follow your whereabouts. Perhaps, I inadvertently discovered where that microchip was.