I had injured my foot riding ATV's in June 2012. My mom had crippling arthritis and I knew I had the beginnings of it. My foot displayed all the symptoms of a sudden, debilitating onset of arthritis. I was in pain and laid up on and off over the next year. I could hobble around and just assumed that that at 55 years old, I was going to suffer with it the rest of my life.
Throughout the fall of 2013, I experienced one bought of flu after another. After rest, I would recuperate and get back to living once again. I often had to pace myself otherwise I would tire easily and get sick again.
In October 2013, I developed an open sore on the bottom of my foot. With home treatment, I was able to drastically reduce the size of the sore and thought we had it beat.
On Sunday, November 24, 2013, I came home from the evening service at church with hard, uncontrollable shakes. I went downstairs and planted myself in front of the fireplace. I thought I had a nasty case of the stomach flu that was making the rounds.
By Thanksgiving morning, November 28, 2013, I was not better. I was sick at my stomach. The shakes which would come and go might last an hour. I hadn't eaten since Monday morning. I was hurting so badly that I asked my wife to come sit next to me for comfort. She laid her head on my chest and counted my heart rate at 180 beats per minute. She also saw that overnight, my left foot had swollen to double its normal size. We left for the hospital immediately and arrived at the Emergency Room about 8 a.m.
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