I've done 5 events in the past 6 weeks, and have another one this weekend. Bank account is nice and fat, but it had better be, because remaining in this entire year I only have another 5 normal-sized events and one small one. I'm exhausted; foot frikking hurts (this after four events and cortisone shot #2, courtesy of my doctor friend in Florida, which did not hurt as much, probably a combination of the lidocaine I asked for plus a location further from the nerve), and I've no time to see the podiatrist before I head off to Houston.
I can at least walk at a shuffle (albeit with pain); this is not the disabling nerve pain I had had (caused by torn and inflamed muscles in my left hip squishing the sciatic nerve, according to a chiropractor I've seen once so far), but some structural problem caused by me not walking on that foot for almost 3 months last year. It has been ongoing since early October. Ice helps, but the pain returns almost immediately when I walk again. I want my feet back already. I haven't even noticed my plantar fasciitis, as I have been spending that little time on my feet.
I'm not even sure I'm going to the con, because two of the people I live with have come down with gastroenteritis; one 40 hours after the first. This would imply that it's the contagious norovirus kind, but I'm at 50 hours post-initial-exposure and still no symptoms, so I may have avoided it. I have gone to the grocery store and stocked up on acidophilus, rice chex, and pepto. Hopefully I will not need them and will be able to do this con in peace. I have to make a decision by 6pm Thursday; that's the last cancellation time for my hotel room and if I get sick later and can't make the con, I'm out $180.
There are gardening things happening, and I will try to post pics next week. I sprouted a bunch of stuff indoors; half of it died because my housemate forgot to water while I was gone; sprouted more, and now they're almost ready to transplant to the sub-irrigated planters I've been building over the course of the last two years.
