Went to the doctor's yesterday, who gave me more pain meds and otherwise had a bit of a poke around my feet with a stick, nodded sagely as he took measurements and calibrated my star charts, and then sent me on my way again. I've got an appointment tomorrow at the out patients clinic where presumably a slightly more qualified person will do the same thing. I will also be asking him questions along the lines of can I go back to work next week without my toes dropping off, how do I best coerce ACC into giving me huge bags of money, and will the black crusty thing at the end of my foot hatch into a Greater Old One from beyond time and space. Possibly as far as Essex.
My body is annoyingly sensitive to sugar at the moment, to the extent that I've basically been put onto a low carbs diet to keep my blood sugar levels within the optimum range to facilitate healing. Even eating bread is sending me up into the 12-13 regions, where a healthy adult is supposed to be between 5 and 8. On the plus side this means I get to have things like sliced beef, capsicum stuffed with cream cheese and cucumber slices for lunch, courtesy of Tamsyn's wonderful mum who's been coming over and keeping me company/bringing me lunch. The diet's worked very well with instant results, so there's one thing I don't have to worry about.
Apropos of nothing, wouldn't it be nice if the leaders of our two biggest political parties at least pretended to acknowledge our MMP system? Refusing to include any of the other parties in their debate is horse crap of the worst order.
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