I've Seen The Needle And The Damage Done.
Entry 1 10:00 a.m. The Game Is Afoot On or about Memorial Day I cut my foot with a shard of decorative glass that I stepped on in the basement while doing laundry. It fucking hurt. I had Jenny pull out the shard, a la Androcles and the Lion. I thought she had gotten all of it. Unfortunately, the wound didn't heal, nor did the pain subside. So, last night, after much prodding, I went to urgent care. I couldn't bear much weight on the foot. The x-ray showed a foreign body. The PA who saw me decided to numb my foot and remove the debris. Mary, Holy Mother of Jesus did the three injections into the ball of my foot hurt. I was warned, but wasn't prepared. Fuck, who could be? I screamed and clutched the handles of the birthing bed they had placed me on, and made sounds like I was being stabbed to death. The needle was incredibly long, went incredibly deep into my foot. I moved, involuntarily, from the pain of each ...