I went out to get my foot checked today.
I dragged my heavy body out, limping, then dragged my tightly bandaged pig's trotter back, limping.
Honestly, on the way home, I wanted to clutch my head and burst into tears. I'd never suffered such an injustice in my life.
But then I thought, at least I was still alive, so I swallowed it and posted on social media to thank this fucked-up year of 2020. I hadn't expected my goofy friends to be in even worse shape than me. By comparison, I guess I'm pretty lucky??
These past two days have been miserable. It hurt all day yesterday, and I thought I'd injured a ligament, but it turned out to be fucking gout. I wonder if anyone else has had the same experience. Tell us about it so we can all have a laugh together.
It's been awful. No matter how I positioned my foot, it was uncomfortable. I didn't go to work this morning either; I just lay in bed, trying to get my foot comfortable. This morning's update was written yesterday, too... I just got back. I do have some ideas, since I've basically finished outlining the plot, but I don't feel like writing. I'm feeling down.
Let me take today off to get my mood back on track. I'll keep writing tomorrow.
Grateful for this encounter, grateful that I'm still alive, grateful for 2020.
Thank you!