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Hello Blogland,

I’m still kicking. Or at least I really would be if I could kick one foot with the other without falling over. I’m currently on another round of name-that-antiinflammatory and trying to muster some enthusiasm to move my ever-expanding arse. If my foot isn’t better by February (marking 12 months since I hurt it) I’m going back to the specialist and begging for surgery.

I did go swimming last week. Once. The only thing that’s getting a major work out around me currently is the local mental health system. I’m collecting labels.

Besides spending quality time with my Psychiatrist, therapist, doctor and caseworker (we are just one big happy family, really) I am currently working many, many hours a week. Which is good, really, since this is a stormy time for my employer with recent funding cuts and may go some way to helping me keep my job. There are also family problems brewing, just to add some icing to the overbaked cake.

I saw the running girls tonight. Went to Ronnie’s and had Mexican. Complete with Sombreros and plastic cacti. It was nice to see them all.