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I don't know what happened to me yesterday. I kind of lost it. I was fine with breakfast. A little off the track for lunch -- I spent the morning at the orchid show at the Botanic Garden and went out to lunch with my friend, and I had a cobb salad, which is bad enough, but then I also had some bread. Then I got to dinner and had salad, eggplant parm and a piece of apple pie. Not sure how this occurred. OK, well I am sure. But I also not only spent 2 hours on my feet at the garden, but also went grocery shopping and did a one-hour class with Nilla the Wonder Dog, and by the time I got home, my bad left foot was KILLING ME, which could explain why I let myself eat pie. First I tried heat on my foot, and then I iced it all night, waking up several times to change the icey thing. I'm very disappointed about my foot -- it's only been 7 days since the podiatrist injected it, and after about 4 days of real relief, it's back to being really uncomfortable. This is what I will have to live with for the rest of my life, and it's very discouraging. I'm am hoping that I can get some relief from the prednisone pack the rheumatologist gave me -- the idea is to save it until just before I go to Barcelona, and start taking it a couple days in advance, in hope that it will reduce the joint inflammation enough that I will be able to enjoy myself. I so miss walking...
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