gratitude-a-thon day 409: more of the same

Still here.

Day four. Buh-bye bunion.

It was Vicodin city yesterday. I had ’em in the morning, experienced no pain for a while during the day, and then spent the night with them. They aren’t making me sick, which is really good, and they do take away the pain, which is also really good, so Vicodin for president.

The pain isn’t intolerable, but it’s not something, I’d say, want to order on a menu for dinner. It’s sort of burny and throbby. And it shows up in funny places on my foot. Right now, it’s in my little toes. I’m really not going to complain about it as a thing, because truthfully, with the V., it’s tolerable.

Friends came over and laid on my bed with me yesterday, and frankly I fell asleep during one visit. Drugs will do that. I watched tv and read and really haven’t yet hit that point where I want to go out. This is good, because once that happens, things become much harder. I am really tired of having to have my foot on top of pillows 24/7, though.

I might try to do some exercise today, like on the floor on a mat. That should be interesting. It’s Sunday, so the Times will keep me company for a while. If only I could easily get downstairs to get it. Everybody’s still sleeping.

Ok, only two more days until the big reveal at the doctor’s office, and like maybe a new set of rules, like one that says, you can walk around. That would be fucking great. Happy Sunday, everybody.


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