The end of the Weekend from Hell. @ 04:07 pm
Sunday, things were better. My ankle hurt less (I guess the ankle brace was doing the compression thing properly), and I had some left over rattan that worked OK as a makeshift cane. That made gimping around a lot easier. I went out briefly for lunch, just so I could get out of the fucking apartment, and then came back home to watch the Stupor Bowl with my upstairs neighbor Dan/Numa, who has one of the whizzier audiovisual setups I've seen - the 40" TV, the Dolby Pro decoder, the whole nine yards. The Super Bowl game itself was actually pretty exciting, and the half-time show with U2 was good. The outright jingoism at the start, with all sorts of "Go America!" and military propaganda was disconcerting, however.
Today I woke up with my ankle being 'uncomfortable' rather than 'painful' as long as I didn't move it around. Made an appointment to see the doc tomorrow; I hope he won't give me The Lecture - he knows his stuff, but tends to be firmly of the "I am the Doctor and you are the Patient, so don't ask too much" sort. I haven't had any of my prophylactic anti-gout meds since August (as the prescription ran out and I would have had to go to the doc to get it represcribed), so he probably won't be overjoyed at that. I've lost about 20 lbs or so since I saw him last, which ought to mollify him a bit.
As for right now, however, I'm kinda antsy, can't concentrate, and really don't want to work on stupid user problems or exciting things like "Vancouver wants to do things gratuitously differently than the main office because they're sensitive about their turf." Sigh.