Plantar fasciitis. There’s no such thing as surgery for it. You have to work to get rid of it. Or get Cortisone injections.
I will not be getting Cortisone injections.
I’m only an hour early for work, but I feel weird being here on not my shift. I’m just eating lunch right now.
I feel like everyone is staring at me. How’s that for paranoid?
So I guess tomorrow if all goes well I’ll do the same thing.
It’s occurring to me that to make up all of the time, I would have to come in early everyday, unless I come in two or more hours ahead of schedule on one or more days.
Well, I’m done. I’m gonna go start bridging.