2" Needles

I got a 2" needle stuck *all the way* into my heel today. My doctor thought a cortizone shot would be the best next step in my recovery, but in order to put the cortizone where it needed to go, he had to bury (his exact word of comfort) the needle all the way through the side of my heel so that, as he slooooooowly pulled it back out, he could inject a trail of stuff all the way across my heel.

He didn't tell me about the slooooooow part.

But, I'm walking fine, and my heel doesn't hurt for the first time in 3+ months. I didn't cry, but I was sweating like a whore in church. Well, I'm a whore and I go to church and I don't usually sweat that much, but you know what I mean. (Please say you do.)

I'm in a lockdown at Jittery's 5 Points until I get my first writing assignment for Music History finalized and catch up on my reading. I've started back at the gym with a new trainer who seems to know what he's doing. I ran my last trainer off, and he's now in law school, but I probably won't stay at the training gym long enough to run this one off. When I finish the sessions I've paid for, I'm going to work out at Ramsey. Like you care.

Off to write and study.