Of course, I was teary from foot pain and begging for a pain medication prescription, so I guess I wasn't eager to discuss it either.
The foot pain continues at a dull roar. I have taken to wearing Teva sandals in the shower for the padding. I try to take less than 20 steps per day in bare feet. It hurts.
My husband is silent, but seems stymied at my abandonment of the admittedly minimal housekeeping routine. I don't feel like I can stand and work in the kitchen for 30-60 minutes each night, plus do laundry and clean cat boxes, never mind vacuuming or dusting.
I haven't done anything this week to reconstruct some sort of exercise routine. I ought to be able to do a callanetics tape, some pilates or yoga tapes, or some strength-building calisthenics (sit-ups, curls, etc), without irritating my feet. We've located a convenient water aerobics program, but have not yet attended.
I haven't been sleeping very well this week. Perhaps that's why I feel edgy and irritable.
My morning readings have been nice and low, but, when I tested after lunch this week, I had a reading of 204. Higher than I'd like. I went home early yesterday from work, feeling like I was a little feverish, but it passed in a few hours.
Well, even with the best of plans, sometimes things go awry. Life is like this. And life goes on. I am still a very lucky and blessed woman.