In the end...

I finally went to see a GP yesterday night.

Okay okay, so maybe I should have done that in the first place...

The doctor I went to see was very nice and patient. Even though his clinic was supposed to close at 9pm, (I saw him at 9.05pm, and there were still many after me), he examined my foot unhurriedly and in great detail. Gently too. But I still ouch-ed my way through the whole examination.

It hurt more than I expected. Darn.

He pointed to a skeleton poster on the wall and told me the exact point where I injured my foot - the metatarsal. Informative, but the treatment is still the same, no matter where the sprain is.

No prizes for guessing what meds I was prescribed.

I decided to be an obedient, compliant patient and took the painkiller and all. To my surprise, the pain reduced significantly the next morning. I felt like kicking myself (with my good foot) for not going to see a GP sooner.

If the pain is still present tomorrow, I will have to go for an X-ray to rule out a fracture... keeping my fingers crossed now. Don't like to be zapped.

On a separate note, I am still trying to figure out why most people (including me) are averse to painkillers. It is quite a strange thing... I thought by going through a painful tui-na session, my foot will feel better. But I didn't think a harmless painkiller was going to help me.

Maybe it is the no-pain-no-gain mentality.