It STILL #$@$ing sucks. Entering week 2, but I think (insert sound of me knocking on wood here) I’ve passed the worst of it.
The 2am super-attacks are the worst. This old description nails it pretty well.
The victim goes to bed and sleeps in good health. About two o’clock in the morning he is awakened by a severe pain in the great toe; more rarely in the heel, ankle or instep. The pain is like that of a dislocation, and yet parts feel as if cold water were poured over them. Then follows chills and shivers, and a little fever… The night is passed in torture, sleeplessness, turning the part affected, and perpetual change of posture; the tossing about of body being as incessant as the pain of the tortured joint, and being worse as the fit comes on.
If there were some way to artificially turn gout on and off, it would make an extremely effective form of torture – and would be banned by the Geneva Convention as inhuman.
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