some bad, some good
it hasn't really been a week, except i guess it kind of has? i saw the foot and ankle guy this past monday and now i'm having surgery this coming tuesday. >.< i wish my parents were still local so my mom could come over and take care of me, altho i have my sister who's going to hang out tuesday and wednesday and keep an eye on me. she also volunteered to make food for me so i don't have to cook. i plan to take pain drugs and sleep a lot. i'm less and less worried about the surgery but am really, really not looking forward to the recovery. ten weeks on crutches. >.< good thing i can't go anywhere anyway.
i spent a lot of thursday feeling sorry for myself because my foot hurts all the time and i can't stand on it and everything's hard. i ordered a desk and it came yesterday and how the hell am i going to put it together? and then one of the guys in my writing group said his stepfather died a week ago and his partner was potentially exposed to someone who tested positive for the 'rona, so they have to quarantine away from each other for two weeks. which is awful in every way. i mean, that poor guy. :( (he wasn't saying it for sympathy or anything. we knew his stepfather was sick. it was just the "what have you been up to the last two weeks" part of writing group, and i'd already shared the story about my ankle.) i know it's not the pain olympics but i thought oh my god, you poor guy, that's worse than me. and then i felt less sorry for myself. altho my ankle still hurts all the time. sometimes it feels like a blister popped on the back of my heel, but i have no idea how that would have happened.
someday i'll stop talking about this. i promise.
on the plus side, i'm ahead on my nanonovel and my local friends are absolutely amazing. and i ordered in indian food for dinner (samosas and chicken paneer) which was an excellent choice.
i spent a lot of thursday feeling sorry for myself because my foot hurts all the time and i can't stand on it and everything's hard. i ordered a desk and it came yesterday and how the hell am i going to put it together? and then one of the guys in my writing group said his stepfather died a week ago and his partner was potentially exposed to someone who tested positive for the 'rona, so they have to quarantine away from each other for two weeks. which is awful in every way. i mean, that poor guy. :( (he wasn't saying it for sympathy or anything. we knew his stepfather was sick. it was just the "what have you been up to the last two weeks" part of writing group, and i'd already shared the story about my ankle.) i know it's not the pain olympics but i thought oh my god, you poor guy, that's worse than me. and then i felt less sorry for myself. altho my ankle still hurts all the time. sometimes it feels like a blister popped on the back of my heel, but i have no idea how that would have happened.
someday i'll stop talking about this. i promise.
on the plus side, i'm ahead on my nanonovel and my local friends are absolutely amazing. and i ordered in indian food for dinner (samosas and chicken paneer) which was an excellent choice.