Thursday

I was stabbed with MORE cortisone last night by Dr K- ouch and it hurt a lot, like someone had smashed my foot with a hammer.
I have to go back on 1st of March for ………….more cortisone.

I bumped into Rosie the physio and she suggested sleeping with my shoes on which seemed like a good idea at the time, until I climbed into bed wearing as little as possible because of the heat, and felt like:

Luckily I had brand new sneakers in the cupboard waiting for this PF to subside.

I did think that wearing sneakers is not going to work because I didn’t hold my foot in a different position at all, that is why sneakers are comfortable, you can still point your toes in your sleep. Still, Rosie had a patient who did it for three weeks and was cured! That is how desperate I am, clinging to anecdotes and contemplating religion.

In other news I have been swimming and cycling a lot- if I start at 7am I take my bike on the train and ride home, otherwise I try to squeeze a ride or swim in around work. This has me watching:
Wind willy
Bay winds
and weatherzone
quite frantically.
Today I am planning to ride to work- fingers crossed for that stinking northerly to go away.

Cilla- DTF was my work place for 6 months (Drug Ta$k Force) it also stands for Down 2 F@#$ as I learnt from Jersey Shore………..okay, from Googling something else,I don’t really know what Jersey Shore really is.
Andrew- Chicked is when a girl passes you (I am not surprised you don’t know what this means!)