in which our plucky heroine is limping rather badly...
This morning something went really wrong with my right foot, the one that is mostly functional most of the time. Intense pain, and I have a really high pain threshold. After a callback from the nurse hotline about what to do next, I got a ride to urgent care. After a two hour wait, urgent care thinks my foot isn't broken, (didn't do any xrays, because I didn't twist my ankle or drop anything on my foot?) and thinks there isn't any infection because there is no wound and no external redness. Still hurts like the dickens, I am using up spoons not to be crying, and foot is still slightly swollen. Their diagnosis is "strain of unknown origin"; their recommendation is to put foot up often, use ice, use Voltaren, try and stay off it, and if not better in three or four days, get seen again.
I made it clear that I was not there for antibiotics or for pain meds, but that I wanted to know what had gone wrong and how not to have it go wrong in the future, because not being able to walk freely is a quality of life issue for me. I need to be able to stand, and to walk about my house (and my neighborhood) in order to have any kind of life at all. Sorry, I am frustrated. My body is not cooperating.
This strip by Lunarbabboon made me cry: "Stay"
These sculptures by Ronan Halpin make me happy
Amanda Palmer is always worth listening to -
I really fell down this month as far as my decluttering goals. Not going to catch up in the next few days, or even the next few weeks, as work is taking a bit of priority right now, but I need to get back to making more steady progress...
August SMART goals (x=extra)
|#||THINGS MADE||THINGS FIXED||THINGS GONE|
|1||rainbow baby hat||buttons sewn on||bag to Goodwill|
|2||cloudlight||paper towel holder up||bag to Goodwill|
|3||x||x||bundle of wood|