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Reset Forty-Seven, Day Seventy-Five
Feb. 13th, 2023 02:40 amBefore going to bed early Sunday morning I decided to wash my swollen right foot, which had been itching fiercely all Saturday evening, and then I put a bit of moisturizing cream on it. It felt great as I put it into bed, but when I woke up later Sunday morning it was burning like fire, and excruciatingly painful to walk on. The left foot didn't feel great either, but the right one was nightmarish. It improved a bit during my long afternoon nap, but hasn't been at all pleasant at any time during the last sixteen hours or so, As I absolutely must deal with some banking today, I've made arrangements to go out, but I'm not looking forward to it. I was unable to do more than hobble about Sunday, and the right foot spent most of the day unshod, but I can't go barefoot into that good bank, so today might be my worst experience with swollen feet yet.
I also intend to order some stuff online from one of the stores and pick it up when I go out. I'd like to get a few things from the other store, which doesn't have pickup service, so I'd have to actually go in that store, or at best wait in the car while my niece goes in. We'll see how I feel when the time comes. I might not be up for either one. I might not even be up for the banking, but that's not really optional.
Anyway, I suppose this means I'll have to break down and haul those sorry feet off to be examined by a medical professional. I'm assuming that at least one of them will have to be amputated, and that it will cost me whatever remains of my paltry fortune, and then I'll be peg-legged and homeless the rest of my life. I suppose I could have become a pirate in other times, but these days I believe the only professions open to the peg-legged are busking, and prey for rich hunters. I have no musical talent whatsoever, so I guess I should resign myself to being shot by some pretentious young entrepreneur or spendthrift heir, perhaps with a crossbow. I suppose my head will be mounted in some asshole's trophy room. I think I might try to cheat the hunter though, by doing something to attract a mountain lion or bear who will kill and devour me before the hunter finds me. I'd definitely prefer that.
But in the meantime I still need to do all the tedious crap like bank and shop and hobble about on my swollen feet and aching legs. I hope I can sleep well tonight, so I will at least be rested for my torturous afternoon adventure. Oh, and I should probably start making out my online shopping order, as that takes a couple of hours, which I usually break up into at least two sessions. Bones and lion scat don't have to endure such nonsense. Maybe I'm getting lucky.
I also intend to order some stuff online from one of the stores and pick it up when I go out. I'd like to get a few things from the other store, which doesn't have pickup service, so I'd have to actually go in that store, or at best wait in the car while my niece goes in. We'll see how I feel when the time comes. I might not be up for either one. I might not even be up for the banking, but that's not really optional.
Anyway, I suppose this means I'll have to break down and haul those sorry feet off to be examined by a medical professional. I'm assuming that at least one of them will have to be amputated, and that it will cost me whatever remains of my paltry fortune, and then I'll be peg-legged and homeless the rest of my life. I suppose I could have become a pirate in other times, but these days I believe the only professions open to the peg-legged are busking, and prey for rich hunters. I have no musical talent whatsoever, so I guess I should resign myself to being shot by some pretentious young entrepreneur or spendthrift heir, perhaps with a crossbow. I suppose my head will be mounted in some asshole's trophy room. I think I might try to cheat the hunter though, by doing something to attract a mountain lion or bear who will kill and devour me before the hunter finds me. I'd definitely prefer that.
But in the meantime I still need to do all the tedious crap like bank and shop and hobble about on my swollen feet and aching legs. I hope I can sleep well tonight, so I will at least be rested for my torturous afternoon adventure. Oh, and I should probably start making out my online shopping order, as that takes a couple of hours, which I usually break up into at least two sessions. Bones and lion scat don't have to endure such nonsense. Maybe I'm getting lucky.
