A Little Better

A lit­tle. Not much. I think I slept about 18 hours yes­ter­day. My fam­i­ly is won­der­ful, tak­ing care of me so well. They also take up the slack in the house, so every­thing con­tin­ues to run smooth­ly. I’m lucky, I know.

Katie is watch­ing Aki­ra. I con­tin­ue to be unable to enjoy ani­me. I can’t even fol­low it—I have no idea what these lit­tle bluish peo­ple are. I’m find­ing the movie rather gross. And long.

Should I can­cel tomor­row’s din­ner? I’m not real­ly feel­ing up to being a very good hostess.

My brain isn’t work­ing very well, either, so I’m behind on school stuff. 

I do, how­ev­er, have pain meds and mus­cle relax­ants again. I like the new doc­tor. Actu­al­ly, I saw a nurse prac­ti­tion­er. She’s send­ing me for a CT scan of my ankle this after­noon. It’s only had sharp, shoot­ing pains for a year. Since the x‑rays showed noth­ing, she’s look­ing for a hair­line fracture.

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