Feeling really down and frustrated right now. Took myself off to the Dr about my incredibly painful left heel. I've been ignoring it for months, then in the lead up to nursing prac I went and saw a podiatrist who incorrectly diagnosed the problem and did not help me.
So off to the Dr I went. It's been diagnosed as a calcaneal stress fracture. I know I did it running. Too much, too soon as always (f***ing idiot). So I am supposed to be non-weight bearing for 6-8 wks. Never mind that I have nursing prac in a bit over a week. Told the Dr about it and he suggested I do my prac on crutches. Yeah....no. I will self pain medicate and be on my feet for 8 f***ing hours, 3 days per week for two weeks. Almost in tears over the whole thing as the pain and inconvenience could have been avoided. Just like my high blood pressure, and my weight, I could have resolved it long ago.
I also discussed incontinence with the Dr. Yeh. Embarrassing much? :-/ But the issue I have is worsening and needs to be resolved (nurses don't get many pee breaks).
My day improved when I met a friend for coffee and then we went off to the movies. We had each other giggling all afternoon.
Then...I get home, there's a letter from the Landlord. I assume it's telling me I'm due for an inspection. Nope. It was a letter telling me that I have to move out within 3 months. I've been in this house for 4 and a half yrs. I love it's location. I like my neighbours. I love my small boys' school. I don't want to move and it bloody well sucks that our time here is at an end.
Meh.
