What a swell time

Mad strong twinges, weirdly painful, but short acting. Therapy accomplished, progress emphatic, still swold-up. Walked well, did stuff.

Pulled weeds and planted seeds, one handed sitting my butt on the ground.

All the colors of dead cells

Orthoglass splint off, plastic on, exercises assigned. First set of today done, hand scrubbed of dead skin. Derecho eager to get stronger, dismayed at the amount of damage.

Staving off fear and despair.

am I made of crackers now?

broke my right arm. when I try to sleep I keep experiencing that moment.i feel fragile and overwhelmed.

crumbling before my very eyes.

Boston feet, again.

Yup, toe broke left. Fasciitis right, point heel pain. Taping, exercising, icing, heel pads.

I needed a diagnosis more than a prescription, once I know what it is, I know what to do.

Heel, heal, real.

A week or so of increasing right heel pain, along with sprained little toe left, eased finally by capsaicin patch application. Why didn't I think of this earlier? Probably pain interfered with thought.

As it so often does.

visual field loss

Wobbly, scintillating letters as I looked at the crossword at work, migraine aura. Finished the case, got help from coworkers to clean, I hurried home before I lost vision. About a third of left field smeary by the time I got home. Cocktail of drugs to forestall a full fledged attack.

With good care, doing better now.

Inconsistent skills, consistent pains.

Going bowling was going to create aches, I knew hand and foot back and shoulder.

On top of what I already have, hand and foot, back and shoulder.

And so I tend to hands and feet, back and shoulder, glad to have been among friends.

Got a few strikes, a few spares, a few gutter balls, I am content.