Had a great Halloween, but woke up the morning after (very early the morning after) with a lot of pain in my foot. I took some Advil and wrote it off to needing new gym shoes and a lot of walking at Disneyland on Halloween morning. By mid-day the foot had swollen to the size of two feet and the pleasant drones of BorgHealth told me to come on down for my special Halloween prize package.
Mother Nature’s trick: a diagnosis of gout. There is a treat associated with this trick, namely a handful of Vicodin, but it hurts. And I get cranky when I hurt, and also when I can’t do things like drive or walk, so deal with it.
Calling it gout instead of really nasty inflammatory arthritis (which it is) makes me feel like I should be a 90-year-old character in a Jane Austen novel, and wondering if I’m going to come down with an attack of the vapors too.
Very little legal work to be attempted while I’m this high, but hopefully I’ll get through the photos I took on Halloween, and maybe try a bit of coding off the to-do list. Neither of those require much sobriety and can be accomplished while sitting around.