My right foot. The foot that has been given me hell for 6 months and then I've just spent the last two months walking on it and building up strength and pushing past the pain when necessary. I use nucynta now (just started a few weeks ago, Mjr lives on it) which is a great painkiller with very little mind effects or side effects such as tramadol which is horrible. I recommend it for you if you are ever in a pain situation and you don't want to move up to oxycodone. It's not oxycodone level pain relief but it comes close when you add cannabis to it.

And I f***** up my left ankle in the same process so it's not like I have easy hop around like I did for the previous issue.

I didn't trip or have any type of accident. I was merely standing up and almost lost consciousness. Probably orthostatic hypotension.

I was at the doctor's yesterday to get a glass splinter removed from my left foot. Basically my right foot was doing just fine and then FSM decided to stick a piece of glass in my left foot that I could not get out. It took the doctor about 20 minutes of digging around in there to get it. Then I'm limping hard on my left foot as well at that point but that should resolve in a couple of days when the healing is done.

While I was at the doctors I see my blood pressure is great, the lowest it's been for years.

I come home and see my downstairs guests. Everything's great and he hands me up bag of cannabis. Sealed, tested, purchased from a store bag. The couple loves to share. Who am I argue? I see he's got a great bong set up and I asked if I can take a hit. He says sure, the bowl's already filled. Great. Take a huge bong hit, far more than I've ever smoked in a single hit in the last 5 years, and then came upstairs. Peaked in 20 minutes and I'm fine.

High enough to not be drivable. Far higher than I usually am.

M was coming home the next day. She had spent the previous 5 days in Philly for a funeral. It takes 4 hours for Cialis to peak and then lasts about 36 hours. So I grabbed a Cialis to be fully peaked for the second she walks through the door.

Cialis causes a drop in blood pressure. Up until this moment my blood pressure was very high so drop was good. But not when it's low to start off with.

About an hour later my vision is getting obscured. Like it's way too much pot. But that makes no sense since the last time I smoked pot was a couple hours before that. The peak was long over and there's no reason for it. I'm tired, I need to go to bed. I walk a few steps and grab my BP meds that I'm supposed to be taking at this time. I open the bottle and my vision disappears and I am falling straight down. I can feel my feet and ankles being ripped apart as the weight of my body collapses on to them.

Metoprolol scatters everywhere.

I lay there for a few seconds trying to figure out what to do and pull my feet out from under my body and collapse back down. About a half an hour later of moaning and groaning, I decide it's better to pee in the toilet than on myself and crawl into the bathroom.

Then I crawl into the bedroom and try to sleep. Luna, the new cat, is in play frenzy mode. I have to toss him off me a couple of times before he leaves me alone. His standard cuddle spot when in bed is on my leg and foot and I have to keep him away. I sleep from around 7:00 to 1:00 am and wake up with the throbbing pain and the swollen foot. That swelling certainly looks broken to me.

I take a couple gabapentin and a nucynta and text M the situation. No response, one in the morning, no response expected.

I do not want to pay for an ambulance to take me to the wrong hospital. There are two hospitals within driving distance. One is 40 minutes away and has a crappy reputation and one is 25 minutes away. The local ambulance company that responds to 911 will always take me to the crappy further one away.

An hour later I was back asleep. M showed up at 8:00 this morning and took me to the hospital.

The break shows up easily on the X-ray on the right side but nothing shows up on the left side because that's strictly tendon damage which I'm used to.

I actually wasn't expecting anything to show up on the X-ray. Just because it was swollen does not indicate a break. And with EDS damage never showing up on an x-ray I've gotten used to doctors and X-ray technicians tell me I'm full of s***. Not those words of course. So I was almost happy that there was a break and that it showed up.

Now it is casted. I'm going to have to stay off it for at least 6 weeks.

Oh well.

M just made me a cheese steak with Amorosa rolls. She was in Philly for the last week for the funeral. So she brought back the perfect Philly treat, along with an assortment of tasty cakes. I never thought I'd have a decent of the cheese steak again since it all depends on the roll. And this one was great.

Before the appointment I got another x-ray done.

I love my little hospital/med clinic area. It'll probably kill me someday since it doesn't have a heart cath lab but until then I will enjoy it.

X-rays on the first floor. Took me a couple of minutes to check in and then they sent me to the x-ray area and then it took about 2 minutes in the waiting room and then they saw me.

10 minutes later I was upstairs in the ortho doc office and he saw me at my appointment start time.

He tells me I'm probably going to need surgery. He needs a CT scan to be sure that what he's thinking will work. Plus he needs to send me to the vascular ultrasound people to make sure my blood flows good and I will heal.

Back downstairs. Roll up to the CT desk and say can you see me? They say yes, go back to check in so we have the appropriate entry in the computer system and we will see you immediately. 10 minutes later they were CT scanning me.

After that I go to the ultrasound department. They told me call this number and make an appointment, expect it to be a couple of weeks.

Uh-oh. The surgery is time sensitive. M makes the phone call and gets a 3:00 p.m. appointment.

Quarter of three I show up, they take me in at 3:00, and I have the healthiest blood vessels they've ever seen. At least this week. Bottom line is they are used to seeing diseased people and I'm not one of them, at least not my blood vessels.

I have great "healing potential". New phrase for me.

Another ortho appointment first thing on Monday. Probably have the surgery before the end of the week.