I've been trying to give y'all a break from the usual entries about my health and how much RSD is evil incarnate. I don't want this to be my whole life, and I don't really want it to be my whole journal. But today I need to rant.
Yesterday I woke up at 6, I think. I was good and didn't take any naps. I got to bed around 11:30. Um... anyway... I didn't fall asleep until sometime between 1:45 and 2:00, then woke up sometime between 8:30 and 9. Yes, I did take a pain pill, even though I was trying not to, and yes, I did take Ambien. It's very frustrating not getting enough sleep.
Then, there's the worrying about Monday. I really want to be able to walk. I honestly believe that most of my pain (possibly all of it) is RSD. The RSD pain isn't going to get any better if I keep wearing a cast boot and using a walker. Almost everyone I'm aware of says that it's good to use the limb as much as possible without causing the pain to get worse. I don't want to get stiff. I want to start walking. I want to start working my dog.
It's like that old joke, never ask God for patience because He'll just make you practice it... Either way, I just hope she lets me walk normally.
In more heartening subjects, I felt strong enough to play tug with Julio, but he still pulled me across the floor.
Okay, I'm done with the rant now. But if you're inclined to pray, please pray that the doctor will be satisfied that I can walk.