Well, the hip was much improved by the time I went to bed last night. It was much worse this morning. And it was a lot
worse after I got into my car. [EDIT: Drove it to the T station and took the T to work, which was at least three mistakes.]
Had to take a taxi to tonight’s Poly Boston dinner (which was lovely; I treated the haze of pain I was in with a haze of wine) and from there to plumtreeblossom
’s place, but I’m done having to move very far for a while. And with some luck, I’ll be able to walk tomorrow, and without some luck, at least I have a doctor’s appointment scheduled for Thursday.
‘Codeine... bourbon.’ —reported last words of Tallulah Bankhead