I didn’t have any pain again yesterday. Unless you want to count the really bad tv I watched. I made my way downstairs, first time I crutched down, and was grateful I didn’t break anything, like my nose. I was once again ridiculously tired, and pretty zoned out, but I didn’t have any pain, and for that I was doing Rockette high kicks (not really, but I would have if I could have).
Then about 9 as I was watching an HGTV competition show, my back started to hurt and I started to feel sore all over my body. I had a hard time getting back upstairs, felt faint, but I did and crashed into bed, until guess who came over around 10:30? Yep, pain. I guess that lovely nerve block got tired of hanging around. Burny and stabby, my foot was a bit of a California wildfire. But interestingly, not near the bunion site, more in my ankle area and heel. I tried to wait it out to see if it was just a hit and run visit, but it was real, so I swallowed the Vicodin down and fell asleep pretty fast, waking up three hours later and wishing for another pill, like an addict. Anyway, I’ve taken three of those little devils now, and it seems like that’s what today will look like. If it doesn’t get worse than this, I should be able to manage, although I am getting a little bit of a throwy up feeling, which is one of my most unfavorite. Alrighty, that’s the wrap. Back to bed (I’m sitting in a chair for the first time). Riley has been perfect company (He always is).