The Day of Vicodin

Of course, I can’t have just any old Bad Week — I have to do it up good and proper.

Last night, getting off of the plane in Cincinnati, I set my foot down wrong on the last step and fell. I got to ride to the hospital in an ambulance. Always wondered what that was like — kind of boring, actually.

I chipped a bone in my ankle: the distal fibula. I’m sure I also ripped a few tendons. I have a temporary cast on till I can see the doctor on Monday. I could have gotten in earlier, but Saturday is Mom’s mass and lots of family and friends will descend on me, and I’d rather have peace between now and then.

Vicodin for the pain. Every six hours. Makes me feel… sort of… – what was the question?