Home Hurting...

i have lived long enough to know for a fact there is no medium for human existence, and if there were it wouldn't be the plastique-looking, cookie cutter fashionistas who all seek a similar height, weight or body type depending on what region they escaped from.  i'm convinced whole-heartedly that we are all the norm; the fat and skinny, the short and tall, the darkest to the whitest and everyone in the cracks between the extremes of appearance and information.  we are all the norm, because what the fuck is normal anyway?

i came home in pain yesterday.  my ankle, right side, was hurting la motherfucker, all through the day.  i got through it, but it was an exhausting drag, lemme tellya.  so i came home, i found enough strength to make myself a steak salad and i ate and laid down and tried to deal with the pain mentally.  S came by, (having asked me to sponsor her and i having told her yes) and we went over the doctor's opinion in the big book.  after that, it was a wrap.  i'd taken a maximum pain pill, which didn't touch this, and i did the normal combination for gout/neuropathy, also no go.  fitful night, tossing, turning, up pissing. 

today, i have been dealng with the same thing.  the prednisone seems to be helping now, but i'm in my bed, resting after a short new first run, and i'm going to rest before i go back to work, see if this lets go.  regardless, i'm home hurting, i went to work with my cane today, and i'm pretty weary from dealing with this for the better part of a week now.  we'll see how it goes.  i'll keep you posted as i can.  thank you, Father, for seeing to my needs.