No I’m not talking about that dirty book that a lot of you have read! I haven’t because I want to keep my mind as it is – as pure as the driven snow
I got up and it was cold, drizzly and GREY. Like it’s been for DAYS. It feels like it’s been perpetually just before sundown all day for days. I don’t live in Seattle for a reason, people!!
I had to start my day cleaning out Archer’s ear. It’s always a delight to deal with a river of yeast and my baby screaming in pain.
Then it was on to this:
Nothing bad – this is how they wrap me prior to the phonophoresis treatment.
I do think the treatments are working. Not only does the Achilles feel better, but it’s softer and more “normal” feeling instead of being a hard swollen shell.
I had thought about running today, but it was windy and cold. So I pussied out and went to our back – and rarely used – stairwell at work. It’s concrete grey. The walls, the stairs. Grey. Dimly lit.
So for an hour I ran up and down 124 stairs with only my music keeping me company. Oh, yeah, and the “Poor me” voice in my head.
Nothing tremendously wrong – I mean grey is definitely better then black.
But I could use some light – literally and figuratively. And that could start with the scale tomorrow, hear that, you rotten bastard???