Whew! What a tiring day (Tuesday). For the first time since Friday I left my apartment. The gout is no joke. It hurts. Spent most of the past four days either in bed or sprawled out on the sofa. Hobbling around on only one foot really takes it out of you. Plus I was usually too tired to eat. Yesterday I ate nothing.
But this morning the foot was feeling better and I ventured out of my apartment to catch the 54C to Bloomfield to do a little shopping. In the supermarket, with my pack slung across me and carrying my shopping basket, I hobbled through the store like a zombie.
Well, I made it back with a newspaper, potatoes, cheese, crackers, three Milky Way candy bars, a pound cake and a half gallon of Festival cookies in cream ice cream plus 50 tablets of Ibuprofen pain pills. And no beer.
Now I’m back on the sofa and listening to classical music on the radio, reading the newspaper with a spoon in a cup of ice cream on the low table as I hope to be back at school tomorrow for the first time since Thursday.