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My physical therapist didn't want to teach me how to tape my foot, but he finally agreed to. It had become clear I was going to do it myself with or without his help. Heh. :) He did my right foot, he told me which spots should remain clear of tape, then he watched me while I did my left. He pronounced me safe to do it on my own.
Now my feet are definitely sore (since I went to PT this morning) but walking is sort of bearable (because they're taped). I figured I might get through square dance practice this evening without getting TOO far into the pain-induced bitchiness.*
Naturally, the abdominal pain decided it would have a party today.
I, the undersigned, CJ Smith, do herewith make full formal and public apology for any and all nastiness I may produce during the evening of Monday June 6 2005, including, but not limited to, name-calling, spiteful commentary, eye-rolling whether called for or un, heavy sighs, insults, crass language, and "shut up, Frank". (Okay, on second thought, the crass language is normal.)
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* I'm actually kind of a nice person when I'm not hurting. Stop laughing! Truly, I am. Not that most of you would have any reason to know or believe that. It embarrasses me, the pain-induced bitchiness. I feel bad for those who wind up putting up with me. I know my actions and words are no one's responsibility but my own, and I am slowly learning to control this, but I've got a long way to go. It's a slow process.
Now my feet are definitely sore (since I went to PT this morning) but walking is sort of bearable (because they're taped). I figured I might get through square dance practice this evening without getting TOO far into the pain-induced bitchiness.*
Naturally, the abdominal pain decided it would have a party today.
I, the undersigned, CJ Smith, do herewith make full formal and public apology for any and all nastiness I may produce during the evening of Monday June 6 2005, including, but not limited to, name-calling, spiteful commentary, eye-rolling whether called for or un, heavy sighs, insults, crass language, and "shut up, Frank". (Okay, on second thought, the crass language is normal.)
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* I'm actually kind of a nice person when I'm not hurting. Stop laughing! Truly, I am. Not that most of you would have any reason to know or believe that. It embarrasses me, the pain-induced bitchiness. I feel bad for those who wind up putting up with me. I know my actions and words are no one's responsibility but my own, and I am slowly learning to control this, but I've got a long way to go. It's a slow process.
