Years ago while still married to my former wife, I was aware of her tendency to develop gout and at the time I would help her through it. Once we parted ways I figured my responsibility to help her through her gout attacks were over until one day I was presented a chance to be a real PITF(foot)...as opposed to a PITA.
At the time, she was living in Lousiana near our oldest daughter who called one day asking for some suggestions on how to help her mother cope with her gout. Without hesitation, I asked her if she knew what a finger cot was...."yes." Then I added..."recall how when you pull a muscle or bang an elbow and either one causes a bruise, you add pressure with ice to relieve the pain. Just go to the drug store and get the largest finger cots they have since it's for the big toe, then even though it hurts at first, force her to leave it on for at least 12 hrs. alternating with cold and heat on the foot." "OK dad...I'll try it."
Judging by the call I received a few hours later, my ex only lasted an hour with the finger cots on her big toes. According to my daughter, she was cussing me out like a pro and asking the daughter why would she ever listen to her father re. such things. My daughter didn't see near the humor in it as I did so I reminded her that her mother's pain was nothing compared to the pain in my sides from laughing.

Now, my ex lives just a couple miles away and just around the corner from our youngest daughter. As a result we see each other rather often and at times she brings up "remember the finger cots?" We can laugh about it now, but 30+ years ago....not so much, at least on her part!
