Floating

So on Thursday I set out to walk, or more accurately to hobble from my place to work for the first time in three months or so. I took just the one crutch and made pretty good time down Cuba street, overtaken only by the speedier geriatrics and three toed sloths. The day progressed and my foot was moderately hellishly painful but manageable, so I figured I'd walk home as well.

That turned out to be a slight mistake and I spent the rest of the evening feeling absolutely wretched and high as crap on pain killers. Wheeee!

Today then I walked to work and then got the bus home, and that seemed to be better though I'm still really wiped out. It's kinda fascinating to see what a mere three months of couch surfing with my feet up has done to me in terms of endurance.

I'm working on really trying to take note of my own mood swings as they occur due to various factors. It's hard going at times as any kind of strong emotion tends to lower one's self awareness in the moment, but practice makes perfect. One of these days I'll stop kicking small children when my blood sugar drops or at least kick them only in non vital organs.

I realised just now that I've been, by varying degrees, more or less high on pain meds for the last three months. I have to say I'm looking forward to getting off the stuff.