This month we've had more rain and storms than I have seen in 35 years of living in California. And a funny thing happened, I kept telling my wife Pat, "God, my foot is soaked."
She naively said, "Well, take off your tennis shoes."
I had to remind her that it's not the foot I have, rather the foot I don't have from my amputation. She had long ago forgotten that when you're amputated your brain sends signals to your nerves to protect you. So, for three weeks I walked around with a soaked foot that I didn't have, while the real foot was dry. Years ago a doctor had told me that that would happen, for unlike in other injuries, your nerves will calm down or die out over time; but when you're amputated, your brain is still sending signals to your nerves to kind of protect you. As he explained, they send "reinforcements."
Before I step into the shower, my foot is already soaked, and right now I'm in the house alone, looking out the window at this morning's rain, and my foot is soaked again!
It's got me wondering about my little three-legged companion Brie . . . Does she go through the same thing and have phantom pain and a wet paw when it rains?