I got my stitches out on Friday and it hurt like a motherfucker. I will spare you the completely gross details, but I will tell you the pain involved caught both me and the doctor off guard, so that by the end of the stitches-removing session we were both very, very pale.
It continues to hurt. But he said: A month, give it a month. And that there was a fine neurologist at the medical center if we needed to take that step. I can walk just fine, it’s the occasional shooting pains when I’m at rest that are driving me a wee bit insane. Maybe I’ll just keep walking forever. I took myself off the painkillers and am down to a handful of Advil a day. I’m thrusting myself back into yoga and will simply adjust as I need to because I really can’t stand not going anymore. I am obviously just extremely occupied with my physical self at the moment.
So I’m keeping everything else cool, laying low on the socializing, home early, that sort of thing. I had a nice, calm weekend. I plotted a holiday dinner with some friends next Sunday, after I get off work at the bookstore, where you should obviously be going to buy all of your holiday gifts. I bought some art and a new camera and I think I am officially done buying myself birthday presents. Also I wrote two really good paragraphs yesterday and am down to the tail end of the edits.
I just keep wondering what I will do next.
