Confessions of a Heroine Addict: 03/01/2008

Anonymous... Editing?

What the everloving hell, folks? Now people can't even sign their names when they correct my spelling? I know it's Vicodin, rather than vicodan. What part of "I'm on cognition-impairing drugs" did you not get? I thought it was funny when I reread it later, but clearly some pedant somewhere always has to be an asshole on the internet. Unless one of you regulars was being a smart-ass and forgot to log in. In which case, dude, just tell me via email next time.

I remember when blogging used to be fun. And damn right I rejected the comment.

This Just In:

Vicodan makes me hate things.

Seriously, I'm so grouchy right now that even I don't want to be around me. I'm going to bed. *pouts*

Toeing the Line

I have decided to diagnose myself with a condition that shall be henceforth known as Angry Toe. I called the nurse to find out if my blood tests had shown anything. She told me that they did not, and that I am A-OK. Which would have been fine, except that I'm not. I'm pretty sure not being able to walk without pain is not the definition of A-OK. So I asked if I could expect a call from the doctor to discuss these results and plan further action.

Y'all, she was confused. So I explained that, despite the proven therapeutic effects of x-rays and blood draws, my foot was not in fact better. She said she'd have the doctor call.

And he must have heard me typing, because he just rang. Off to the specialist with me, and in the meantime pain pills and the crutches if it gets too bad.

Blah.

Dusty

You know it's time to vacuum when the cat has a good old-fashioned roll on the carpet and comes up covered in lint. She's speckled!

ETA: Also, she doesn't like it when I type instead of cuddle. So I am forced to cuddle:

fish1

So, So, My Toe Sucks... Wait...

Over the past few months I have gradually reintroduced my body to the idea of "physical activity." Most of this has come from walking home from work now that I don't live 15 miles away. It should surprise no one familiar with me or my penchant for injury that this has resulted in discomfort. My left big toe has decided to make walking difficult and painful. At first it was just when I wore the wrong shoes, then when I walked for too long, but now it is any time I attempt to move myself using my feet. Bear in mind I can stand reasonably well with weight distributed evenly side to side and front to back. But the walking, she hurts, and so to the doctor I went.

He is as mystified as me. So far x-rays have shown no fracture, stress or otherwise, and no tumor (props to the doc for not mentioning this possibility before the pics were taken -- the thought never even crossed my mind before it was ruled out). They took blood, which I suspect they would do even if I came in with a splinter, just to make the needle-phobic girl freak. But soon I'll know if I have lyme disease, rheumatoid arthritis (unlikely -- I was tested when I was a teen), or some other inflammatory disease. If blood tests are all negative, I'm back on the train to MRIville, and my friends, that bites. On the other hand, I can still do most of my yoga class, owing
to the focus on evenly distributed weight. Single legged poses are Right Out, but the rest tend to feel pretty good. And darn it, I need the inner peace.