Yesterday, I woke up at around 5:40 AM, debating myself on whether or not to go running on the beach, which I eventually yielded to. I ran barefoot for about 3 or 4 miles on the hard-packed sand. By the time I got home, I had 3 blisters on the bottom of my right foot, and 2 forming on my left.
Since it was Mother's Day, I set off to the local hardware store to buy material to build a 5x12 ft. flower pot for my mom to plant things in. Upon my second trip to the same place to return a hoe that had broken, my right ankle began to scream in burning pain. This is when I started limping. After giving my feet some rest, we went to lunch and came back to finish the job. I was on a crutch at this point, and then... my right foot started acting up. So, two crutches it was. I made the cuts I had to, we got the frame built and set in the ground and called it a day.
I played some bass with my brother, talked with my girlfriend on the phone (she was in New Jersey with her mom), and retired to my room to read until about 1:45 AM.
Today I woke up in even more pain, as it seems to have spread from my feet to my feet and my back. Yipee! I'm gonna go eat a vicodin.
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