I am tired after Wednesday. Woke up, put on my immobilization boot, took my meds, popped two naproxen sodium, and started working. A little while later my foot began to hurt me something fierce. I found it hard to concentrate and took a break to call the doctor's office I visited yesterday. Fifteen minutes later I'm panicking a bit because the nurse said it sounds like I had a clot in my heel and I must go to the emergency room. I phone my friend in Bloomfield, call Leah, then my manager about the situation. Leah was kind enough to offer to drive up from Toms River, pick me up, drive me back to the hospital in Toms River at the emergency room.

Pandemic aside, getting signed into the emergency room was a breeze and within an hour I had a doctor checking in on me. Told him my tale of woe regarding my heel and I was taken for an x-ray. Winds up I have a bone fragment in my Achilles tendon and circumstances surrounding that tiny piece were causing pain and inflammation. My immobilization boot wasn't doing me any favors either. I was referred to a podiatrist and an appointment is scheduled for 10:30 a.m. today. For what it's worth my pain has been a 5 or a 6 most of the time, but of late it's been 7 or 8 with Wednesday inching into 9 territory.

My mother-in-law drove me back home.

What I'm most disappointed with today is the fact that I told Leah where I lived, and she and her mother saw the outside. Not the inside, thank goodness, but I still wanted to be left alone and not have Leah knowing much about my business.

Now I'm going to take a nap.

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