Well, I FELT better earlier today. Picked up and put away the lab from Thursday, went home, did laundry, ran some errands (I had to drop something to the UK in the mail at the post office, I needed to get a couple watch batteries replaced....the watch guy was out so I left them and said if I was back in town tomorrow by the time they closed (3 pm) I'd pick them up, if not that, then Monday). I also realized the "feet" on my cane were worn down
You can see the metal exposed on that top right one.
Fortunately I found that out when I was walking into the post office and heard it grate on the sidewalk, so I ran over to the medical-supply shop and got a new set of feet.
I hopefully told the young woman there "well, I shouldn't need it for much longer, it seems"
Oh, and a bit of humor: in French, this is a "canne tetrapode" which makes me laugh because my main association with "tetrapod" is as a general term for the terrestrial animals (many reptiles and mammals and amphibians) that have four feet
Anyway. I also graded, and I did that with my legs crossed for part of the time. That was a mistake; now I am hurting again (I also may have done too much walking on hard surfaces - concrete floors are bad, sidewalks are bad) and I am hurting again. It's weird "crawly" pains in the muscles UNAFFECTED by the actual injury, so I presume that's from walking wrong for six weeks. The area of the bone bruise hurts a little too, and I'm hoping it's just part of the healing process and maybe being tired.
And yes, I took the evening dose of tylenol and iced the leg and I'm hoping it settles down so I can sleep well. I slept pretty well last night and felt good when I woke up....
And of course I commented about it on Bluesky and some rando who had never interacted with me before slid in to tell me not to take tylenol because "it's really bad for your liver and kidneys" and that person is now blocked by me because you know? I am NOT a stupid woman (as they may have assumed); I am a biologist. I am taking less than half the allowed quantity in a day and I try to skip taking it if I can. I can't take NSAIDs and I don't want narcotic pain relief. There's not much I could do OTHER than suffer, in that case, and you know? Suffering wears a person down! Even with what pain relief I've used I'm worn down, I get sad more easily and angry more easily and I'm worn out.
I still want to go to the yarn shop but if I'm still hurting tomorrow I won't be able to. No there's no one I could ask to drive me, that's an awfully big ask on awfully short notice.
I'm tired of not being able to do anything other than drag myself to work and back. This is like the stupid pandemic all over again, except now it's my stupid body keeping me stuck at home instead of a circulating virus. And yes, I've had 2020 flashbacks and bad dreams.
I am REALLY hoping I feel better in the morning, even if that "better" only lasts long enough to get me safely to the yarn shop and back.
One good thing, I got another gift - this time from a friend.
And slowly-expanding void:
I might name the cat Hubble, seeing as Hubble was apparently the one who proposed the model of a slowly expanding universe (the "raisin bread" model).