January 18, 2018

Now in the phase of burning pain in the infected leg. It comes and goes, but is especially interesting when I stand up after sitting or lying down. The leg resembles pink crocodile skin. Still sleeping gigantically. It is 14 degrees, but it looks like school will be in session for my 3:15. The second tub of chili (hopefully better than the first) has been thawing on the counter for two days, and is still a great red pepper-studded mountain amid a thin red sea.  Not in a hurry to eat anything, though. Trying not to observe how completely I have been left alone in my distress. It must be what I have earned. Made tea, but it is all the way downstairs.