This janky phone-to-monitor setup has unexpectedly put me into Dex mode. Dex is a strange-seeming OS within an OS, it turns your Android phone into a Windows desktop-like experience. I have not used it in months but here it is.
The days have been complicated. Yesterday I felt like death warmed over and I’m not entirely certain why. I had walked over 20,000 steps the day before, about 10 miles, on an empty stomach and no hydration. It was cool and windy but I still should have taken better care of myself. Legs were sore but I also seem to have unwitting poured a couple of beers on that empty stomach later in the day and basically forgot about food. I haven’t carried on like that in a long time. I feel fine today after 2MG of Lorazapam and the usual fistful of pills. My BP actually came in at a perfect 180/79 the otehr day. I did not expect that, especially not at the doctor’s office.
It took a couple of days for me to realize that she got everything wrong. The still-unknown-to-me steroid she injected into my foot accomplished nothing. It was supposed to somehow make the pain go away but for a couple of days it actually made it considerably worse. I was even getting ready to call her back but then things went back to the way they were before. This after I spent money on specialty shoes and an insole support thingy. All that voodoo accomplished nothing.
She looked at X-rays of my foot and pointed out what we already knew. It’s arthritic and bone on bone (I love hearing a woman say that, sorry not sorry). Surgery is an option but I was surprised to learn that it would require 3 months of basically not leaving the apartment. I’d have to wear a boot and not ride the buses or subways. That sounded unlikely to ever happen. This workplace would likely provide reasonable accommodation for me to work from home. They’re doing that now with a co-worker who has prostate cancer and is going through chemo. Nobody has seen him in months and the newer staff don’t even know who he is.
Yesterday’s commute was odd as hell. A screen scrawled upon with Debian Linux “KERNAL PANIC” kind of set the mood for the whole sorry day. Everyone on the train seemed confused when the N arrived at Lexington Avenue on the track that normally serves the Queens-bound R train. How did we end up going the wrong direction on that track? Certainly not by accident but it was strange.
Yesterday I barely ate anything and felt dizzy enough that I might have fallen down without the crutches of curbside phalluses and trash receptacles. THis happend last week and it was far worse. Last week I damn near fell flat on my face on a certain patch of sidewalk at John Street an William Street. It is contoured like some kind of velodrome and while I’ve passed over this surface many times this was the first time its subtle slopes and gradations had me feeling off balance. THis lack of inner balance continued for a surprisingly long time, almost a full half hour, before walking felt normal again.
This shirt I am wearing, it is an Amazon brand shirt made in Bangladesh. Aside from socks and underpants it is the first new article of clothing I have purchased in something like 3 years. It is a fine piece, it prevents toplessness very well, but it feels a little scrappier than it felt when I found it at the Pallet shop on 31st Street.
Today I feel fine. So far. I remember once feeling positively serene until I purchased and consumed a Dunkin’ Donuts sausage and egg croissant. Something about it felt like I’d sent a live vermin into my innards.
I have to go do stuff. It’s weird how this extra monitor turned on to Dex today.
