The delight of my morning yesterday was taking a shower. My arm bandages did not come off, nor was there any bleeding. It felt so, so good to feel clean and to know I could go back to regular showering. While I waited to go to see my NP at the clinic, I wrote Jess to tell her that I will not be taking more speech therapy for a while. While I’m seeing Dr. S. twice a month, that is all I want to do.
My speech is holding well for friends. I remain unable to speak to strangers. I tried hard to speak to the receptionist at the clinic, but it was impossible and I could not care less. If I can speak to my friends, that’s all that matters. I’m still worse than I was prior to March 28, but if I can speak to my friends, I am giddy.
I cancelled the cortisone shot that Jennifer offered me. It’s only temporary and, given that I’ve already been waiting for eight months, I don’t see the point. If it works, I’d just be wanting another one and I’d be waiting again for another year. So f*ck that.
Instead, she has ordered barbotage. Barbotage (or needle aspiration and lavage) is a minimally invasive, ultrasound-guided procedure used to treat calcific tendinopathy (caused by my bone spurs). It involves using needles to break up and suck out calcium deposits within my Achilles tendon, followed by a corticosteroid injection to reduce inflammation.
When I got home, we all had lunch and I had a nap. Then Her Highness and I went for our afternoon walk as the sky brightened and the angel piss stopped. It didn’t deserve consideration as precipitation. It was, as it always is, a delight to be forest walking. I love taking her walking. It is never something I want to put off. Come Friday, though, I may be feeling too poorly to walk her after my shingles shot tomorrow.
Last night was as usual and today may be an outdoor day. I kept waking up last night and so my sleep was fitful and so today I may not feel up to doing too much yard work. We’ll walk with our friends, and we’ll go into the village to pick up meds. Walking will be the highlight of my day.
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