Captain’s Log: day 20 since the initial injury. Tempers are fraying. I now can no longer remember a life without crutches, a life where it wasn’t a struggle to get to the bathroom, a life when I wasn’t a one-legged crank. Swelling is down somewhat around the offending joint, but the discomfort and immobility continue. Experimentally upon placing a small amount of weight on the joint, it no longer slides sickeningly to the side. However, I have not had the courage to attempt to fully stand or walk on said appendage. My balance is much improved, and I am able to hobble one legged to most places, but I’m still hesitant as my right knee continues to feel ‘off.’.

As my body did not feel that it had protested enough, my arm where I got my covid innoculation became erythematous and firm. After the application of ice it has much improved, but I continue to have an elevated temperature. Will this prevent me from having my second innoculation? For the protection of my crew and my family, absolutely not. I also began my courses a week early, again as my body protests against everything. This is not uncommon for my stress to be expressed through my uterus.

My basket of fucks has been spectacularly empty. My crew has noticed my negative emotions and have been tiptoeing around my cabin. My clients, however, have been mostly unaware of my malady, and some have been angry with my lack of prompt response to their minor concerns, and frustrated that I am unable to evaluate their person in person. I am disinclined to educate them, as my patience is very limited at this point. Why must people persist in being inflexible, rude, and lacking in accommodation? Why is it so difficult to be kind? Yes I agree, no one likes telehealth, BUT MY FUCKING LEG IS BROKEN, AND WE’RE STILL IN A PANDEMIC! Just do it, for the love of all that is holy! But I digress.

Weather continues to be mild for January, and we remain cautiosly optimistic for a clear, if long, course ahead.