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It's amazing, really, how physical pain will take your mind off emotional angst. Of course, the narcotics help....
Have been really down on myself lately. My life does not seem to have much meaning -- and nothing seems fun. The most fun I've had the last few days was planning my funeral... (No, I'm NOT suicidal. (Indifferent, maybe, but not suicidal.) I have minor inpatient surgery coming up. Before I have surgery of any kind, I try to get my affairs in some semblance of order. Since I have zero financial assets, this usually takes the form of planning my funeral.)
My husband says he's worried about me. My friends say they're worried about me. My eldest son says he's worried about me. I was worried about me too up until the moment last night when I tried to kick the blanket left on the floor by my youngest out of my way and discovered that it was sitting on top of the corner of the brick hearth.
Ouch. My little toe hurt -- a lot. I elevated it, put ice on it. When I went to bed the toe was somewhat puffy and sort of rose colored. When I woke up, it was the shape and color of a large, throbbing, Concord grape. It is on my right (i.e., driving) foot, which for a mother with three kids at three different schools, only two of which are in walking distance, is a problem.
I went to the doctor (not my doctor, but the only one who could fit me into her schedule at the medical group). Her response was "Yep, it's broken. There's no need to do an x-ray to confirm this, since either way the treatment is identical." They taped it to the next toe, gave me a Vicodin Rx (at my insistence) and told me to keep it elevated and iced. So here I am. I had to ask![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
brian1789 to take the kids to the dentist, which destroyed *his* schedule for the day. So here I am, watching Spongebob Squarepants, which I frequently find annoying, doped on Vicodin. It's much funnier than usual, for some reason.....
Have been really down on myself lately. My life does not seem to have much meaning -- and nothing seems fun. The most fun I've had the last few days was planning my funeral... (No, I'm NOT suicidal. (Indifferent, maybe, but not suicidal.) I have minor inpatient surgery coming up. Before I have surgery of any kind, I try to get my affairs in some semblance of order. Since I have zero financial assets, this usually takes the form of planning my funeral.)
My husband says he's worried about me. My friends say they're worried about me. My eldest son says he's worried about me. I was worried about me too up until the moment last night when I tried to kick the blanket left on the floor by my youngest out of my way and discovered that it was sitting on top of the corner of the brick hearth.
Ouch. My little toe hurt -- a lot. I elevated it, put ice on it. When I went to bed the toe was somewhat puffy and sort of rose colored. When I woke up, it was the shape and color of a large, throbbing, Concord grape. It is on my right (i.e., driving) foot, which for a mother with three kids at three different schools, only two of which are in walking distance, is a problem.
I went to the doctor (not my doctor, but the only one who could fit me into her schedule at the medical group). Her response was "Yep, it's broken. There's no need to do an x-ray to confirm this, since either way the treatment is identical." They taped it to the next toe, gave me a Vicodin Rx (at my insistence) and told me to keep it elevated and iced. So here I am. I had to ask
brian1789 to take the kids to the dentist, which destroyed *his* schedule for the day. So here I am, watching Spongebob Squarepants, which I frequently find annoying, doped on Vicodin. It's much funnier than usual, for some reason.....