And the shits keep coming....
Since I finished cancer medications, I've started feeling better, little by little: I can now sleep through the entire night without having to get up, and I'm even off the final med that I needed to relax my bladder. So that's all good.
What isn't so good is that my right hip, leg and foot are still fcked. I came home after a sleepover with NewGal (we still haven't had sex yet, because my "mojo" is going to take several weeks (or months) to return....), and I was actually feeling pretty good. I did a few things around the house, made some pasta dough for some friends who are going through a rough time, and decided to go for a stroll in the park....
BIG FCKING STUPID LOSER MISTAKE
Almost immediately, my foot began to hurt. But it was such a nice day out that I felt it would be worth it: I walked under the bridge, along the stream, over the stream and then back over the bridge. My foot felt worse and worse.
I got angry. I'M SO OVER THIS F*CKING SHIT! CAN'T YOU JUST LET ME BE?
And I stamped it on the ground, and I'm in total pain. It's F•CKED.