I'm a 23-year-old student in his long-awaited final calendar year of undergrad.. I'm studying political science with the lofty aspirations - given my ailment(s) - of graduating law school and practicing in the next five years.
Last May, amidst a cloudy, at best, social environment, I fell fifteen feet from the second floor of my apartment building to the unforgiving, concrete walkway below. I broke my cranium, one of my sinuses, another orbital bone and wrist, amassing a few facial scars and - more significantly - some crippling left foot (particularly big toe area) pain. I awoke from the medically-induced coma which was imposed upon me after three weeks. I'd come to learn later that my survival was anything but certain during those three weeks, but that is neither here nor there.....
I got out of the hospital about a week-and-a-half later after busting my tail in physical and neurological rehab, doctoring my answers, if necessary, to get out of said cold, uncomfortable setting.. One thing that arose during my physical rehab and despite the cornucopia of meds I was on, was a serious pain on the inside half of my left foot. My PT dismissed it and all rested comfortably.
9 months later, sans the veil of daily tramadol and lyrica pills, the pain and limp is still there.. I've had MRIs, misdiagnoses, and scans galore that have done zero to articulate the problem. Thus, I am one of the millions of faceless study subjects considered neuropathy-stricken.. My problem is this - I was 22 when the accident happened, and upon turning 23, was not fortunate enough to garner the fruits of my parents' labor (great insurance) any longer.. My once-prodigious stockpile of meds is dwindling and I am afraid to even consider the future.. Presently, one 50 mg. Tramadol and 100 mg. Lyrica get me thru the day. . . Without them, though, any sleep is restless and my mood, work ethic and athleticism are equally crippled daily. Any light at the end of my tunnel?