Monday, August 12, 2013


     Now, I feel sorry for myself. On the day of the movie club meeting, my foot already was getting better. At least, it didn't ache when I was sitting or lying down. Somewhere, between me going into the store, because Sonny couldn't make a decision what meat to buy for the meeting, and walking around, arranging stuff on the table, it began to hurt again, in earnest! Last night, I got up and came into the living room to watch TV, because sleeping was out of the question. Every second I had to move my foot to a new place, to try and find a position where it would not hurt and every second "Ouch!" came out of my mouth. Tylenol helps for a couple of hours, and then I'm miserable again.

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