Of course he had.
Or: Five meals Sam Wilson shares with Steve Rogers
Can't wait to read this one tomorrow -- reason below in no. 3.
(I also wrote a story that the remixee immediately and very enthusiastically commented upon, so yay!)
3. Happy Access to Medicine (well, for some)!
I seem to have sprained my foot. Running to catch a rideshare from one of the SF City "Hotspots" I stepped into one of the many cracks in the pavement. And whoops, my foot twisted sideways in a manner never intended by nature. I'm reasonably sure nothing is (fully) torn; I didn't hear the whip-snap sound of a tendon tearing, and the foot or ankle did not swell to triple size yet.
Then there's the fact I did manage to make my way to dinner in Cole Valley with friends, to wander down to the wine store and back with a young transplant from Indiana, and to cheerfully bake the gluten-free chocolate muffins for everybody's dessert (with added rum, if you must know :).
But as of 9pm I haven't been able to put any weight on it, nor to stop wincing from the pain. Even now, in a painkiller state of mind, with the leg elevated above heart level AND an icepack on the foot, it's pretty bad. So, thank you, COX-2 inhibitors and add-on doctor services accessible at 10pm via email, which mean that I do have a Monday 8am appointment with probable immediate follow-up for x-rays or somesuch.
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