I had forgotten what it's like to be at war with your body--mine is in great rebellion! Woke up Sunday morning with what looked like a killer UTI, though it faded after a while. Ended Sunday night with a nice fall in the driveway, skinning my knee and SPRAINING MY BLOODY ANKLE. Well, my ankle wasn't bloody, but you know what I mean.

I feel very wrung-out. My face is pinched and squinty, I've been grimacing all damned day. and my ankle fucking hurts. They bandaged me up, gave me an aircast to wear for a few days, and an instructional videotape (on...what? shrug) but no drugs (sigh) so I should be right as rain soon enough.

better be.

In other doctoral news, I found a new shrink but can't see her until next week. apparently she's a "Registered Poetry Therapist" (shut up.) but I don't plan on participating in that nonsense. Let's hope she turns out better than the last.

entertaining.

and that's all i've got for you, folks. pain pain pain, tired tired tired.