Good morning, all! I will become more and more E&T as this situation worsens or until it's diagnosed and treated. I went to bed at 10. I was up at 11, 12:30, 2, 3, and 5. The bad news is that the ibuprofen is doing nothing to remove the pain, which is all neurological: the leg bone running from my left foot to my knee feels as though it's on fire; I cannot stand on my left foot without a crutch. I'm still determining which positions sitting and lying down will not cause severe pains through my entire left leg and I am sleeping whenever I can. I am also depressed as hell over the whole thing.
Last night a crutch fell over onto my bedstand, knocking over a glass of water and soaking half the bed. I wanted to cry; I didn't. The apartment is a shambles, I need to do laundry. I'm moving furniture about to strategic places so I have a support as I move from pillar to post. I need a bath but I can't stand in the shower and I'm afraid if I sit in the tub I'll need someone to come and drag me out of it. The one advantage of not sleeping and being up at 5 am is that I won't oversleep and miss getting to the X-ray on East 95th. Since it's at 9:15, I'll try to get a car service around 8:30 to take me there; taxis are impossible at rush hour.
The phone messages are piling up and I don't want to talk to anyone because I feel rotten and don't want to do anything but improve. I promise, this will be my last kvetch about the ordeal.
Have a good day, everyone!
