I swear, sometime in the misty recesses of my youth, I must have really honked off an old gypsy woman or something.
After more than a month of suffering, I finally recovered from an insanely prolonged and painful bout of gout (courtesy of my compromised kidney) only to awake on Tuesday with a shooting pain in my right heel (same foot as the gout, BTW). Plantar fasciitis. I managed to limp through the day. By Wednesday, the pain had increased so severely that I had to dig up a pair of old crutches to get around at all, and today's just as bad or worse.
I've only just now got some pills that might help, but as it is, I cannot carry out even the most basic tasks without blinding, almost-passing-out-from-the intensity pain. Getting from one room to another is a lengthy ordeal. I can't even climb the stairs to my bedroom so that I can lie in my bed! Embarrassingly, I had to call my wife home from work to take care of me.
If I keep my weight off it, the foot only throbs a bit. So, I have been getting some work done at the computer. But one can't stay sitting in the same chair for 24 hours... at least, I can't.
Some fun, eh?
Anyway, as the headline indicates, this post is strictly for venting purposes (although it may also be a cheap bid for sympathy; I leave it to you to judge). Yesterday, near tears, I was actually asking out loud what the hell I'd done to deserve this shit. Now, I'm no saint, and I'm sure I'm at least several kinds of asshole, but I don't hurt people. Hell, I mind my own business, never meddle, and generally don't judge. So why?
This is officially my Worst. Summer Ever.