I hope you don't have the bruise I do, Jesse. The fucker hurts and is right where I can't avoid it touching something. Even jersey pajama pants hurt. At least the swelling has gone down and I have full range of motion. I wasn't so sure there for a while today. But that was the jeans making it worse.
juliana, my usual realization of low blood sugar comes when I'm sobbing in the car over some mundane stupid thing. So, yeah. It'd be nice if a little warning light came on BEFORE I've decided it is the apocalypse....
One of these days, I swear I will fucking learn to eat before my blood sugar goes crashing through the floor. I will also learn that scones, whilst tasty, are not the best remedy for aforementioned plummeting blood sugar.
makes life more pleasant.
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The fucker hurts and is right where I can't avoid it touching something. Even jersey pajama pants hurt
Ouch! No bruise the last time I looked, just swelling. Meh.
My ankles are just swole up, period. Side effect of the meds. I've been trying to steer away from self-portraits with too much emphasis on my puffiness, but it's very limiting.
msbelle, I sure hope you worked off that head of steam.
ita, I'm sorry you're having a crappy migraine day.
So I just made a mutant tuna noodle casserole from the odds and ends I could pull together in my cabinets. I'm kind of scared to eat it.
Yuck.
The side effects are so random! Puffy hands and feet (and tender too, let me tell you). Raspy voice. Periodic inability to focus (visually).
At least I think they are side effects. Less scary that way.
My camera's being petulant right now. I think I need to put it down.
Puffy hands and feet (and tender too, let me tell you). Raspy voice. Periodic inability to focus (visually).
That sounds like a whole lot of not-fun. Except the raspy voice. That sounds OK.
Random swelling never seems good.
I just dropped a jar of baby food on my ankle.
Neighbors brought by a pan of cinnamon rolls for us. It feels so WEIRD when people are neighborly. Now I'll have to think of something to fill the pan as a return.
I was at Vroman's this afternoon, picking up a couple of books for my Noah-boo.
On the whiteboard upfront that has the events listed was LOVE AND CONSEQUENCES - READING AND SIGNING WITH AUTHOR MARGARET B. JONES with CANCELED written over it in big red letters.
SNAP!
