Rambling formation

Well. My surgery date is gonna be the end of October. I’d expected some weeks, but damn. 

He did an anesthetic injection to make sure it was just ligament damage instead of nerves, and on top of the cortisone from two weeks ago the pain is . . . it’s always felt like stabbing, but now it’s fuller somehow. My pain is filling out and growing up!! *sarcastic snort*

I’m in an outrageously bad mood. I want to start fights and curse people out. It’s not unnatural since it feels like there’s a spike in each of my left toe joints. And as I just discovered, being upright makes me feel lightheaded. Oh, and nauseated! It’s been this bad maybe once or twice, except for the nausea. Wtf is happening. 

I found my Percocet! There’s only two, but it’s something. I hope it works. I have some leftover Vicodin when those are gone, and I have to pick up a new prescription for it on Monday. This paragraph is why people think pain patients are addicts. Wanting relief isn’t a disorder. 

It’s working. 

Halle fucking lujah. 

It’s not gone but it’s tolerable. I only recently realized pain medication is only supposed to make it easier to deal, not get rid of it. I’m kinda bitter now about all that bullshit my pain clinic said about opiates not being suitable for my situation. 

It’s making me care about knitting again! I haven’t worked on it in a couple weeks, but here’s my entrelac scarf 😀

  
With an ink pen for size context

  
Yaaaay! It’s gonna be huge. I think (I hope) I have enough yarn to make it a proper length. Entrelac is fun but it’s slow, especially in sock yarn. Maybe I should start a pair of socks so I can feel like I’m accomplishing something. Excellent idea, Sidekick Troy!