- My feet are in bad shape from that metatarsalgia crap. I ice them and have the gel insoles but I can hardly walk when I get out of bed in the morning and am walking like Walter Brennan by the end of my shift.
- I am not healing where I fell over on my bike a couple weeks ago. In fact, that's worse.
- My left wrist is now in my wrist brace I use for typing. I don't know what the hell happened to that.
- My right shoulder is coming in at about six out of ten on the pain threshold.
- My upper back is about a four out of ten.
- I'm feeling a new level of pain that concerns in my lower back, like the makings of a ruptured disk. That's coming in at six out of ten and when I say six I'm saying that's a long way to go to be to a ten. When I feel pain at the eight to ten level I can hardly breathe.
All this is making sleep difficult and my mood less than jovial. Fuck. And now, as I type this, I'm contemplating going swimming. I'm in a depressed mood and am thinking maybe I'm working my way up to needing the endorphins to elevate my mood, which is a good thing if I continue to exercise. But my wrist? I'll worry about that when I finish swimming. Fuck.
Saturday:
I spent the afternoon with a woman I tried to find an attraction to but it just didn't work. I'm so glad she didn't invite me into her home, by rather to her address, and we rode around St. Paul and then I said I was simply not finished with the closure aspect of the last one and not ready. That's probably true but I'm back out there on POF anyway, go figure. The initial back and forths keep me occupied throughout the day while working, if I have a job. I sort of pulled too far ahead and the train crossing bar came down on top of the bus on Wednesday. That's not goo, huh?
Wednesday:
The death of Robin Williams hit me hard and the follow-up news hit me even harder. Not a word, a hint, a mention of being bipolar. I think I heard the word "mania" but I didn't watch much either. Jimmy Fallon used his whole show to pay tribute and on and on. So, I took to Twitter for my chance to make a difference with the likes of Matt Damon, Ron Howard, etc.
How cool would that be to just be retweeted or "Favorited" with a star? Of course, my delusions of grandeur got the best of me imagining me being called to talk on the phone, or invited to be on a talk show like "Ellen" but then my nerves took over and I have to go swim now. I'm up to a mile but my body is a mess. My shoulders are pretty bad and I don't know if that's from swimming or driving. I still have that pain in my right knee from falling on my bike and there's a pain of unknown origin in my left knee and hip. I changed positions on the couch and am sleeping the other way, with the board for support no longer supporting my upper body? I dunno, I just know I need to work out now.
I'm off tomorrow! Babysitting Mia but no plans in the works yet. Seems as though more than 24 hours is not possible with Stephie. We should take the canoe again since summer is almost over. Stay tuned!
