I can’t pull my socks on without contorting myself into a position that brings my pain down to a 3/10. I spent yesterday in varying positions of moderate-to-extreme discomfort, leapfrogging alternating 4hr doses of ibuprofen and acetaminophen. I slept on the sofa last night propped up against a ridiculous blue unicorn squishy mallow, my sit bones positioned between two cushions, and woke up at 04 to take another dose.
It’s a glorious weekend here in Anchorage — sunshine and unicorns — lightning fast snow conditions calling for a nordic ski blitz. Instead, I’m sitting on the aforementioned ziplock filled with ice cubes, waiting for my pain meds to kick in enough to let me leave the house for the first time in two days.
How did I get here?
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