Seems as if the antiinflammatory (simple Advil) was what it needed. Kudos to the doc, who alas, has now left the clinic for another place, wherever that is. But I’m starting to feel secure on stairs again, as in, normal. That’s a good thing.

I hate it when I lose time due to something like this. I had such a good start on this next book, and I was forced to go to a process I don’t regularly use and start a detailed outline, so I wouldn’t drop stitches…you can’t live on painkillers without getting apt to drop stitches.

I am glad to find, though I was a wee bit zooey, I wasn’t ‘off.’ The outline reads clean, and I’m going to go on by that process since I’ve started it, which is one reason (outside of the fact that, due to painkillers, I didn’t even think of it) there’s no new graph. The outline now masses a few thousand words…haven’t even counted. But it’s making sense.