Today.

My foot doctor might have said a couple of weird things today. I was talking to him on the phone about the sores on my foot. They aren't getting worse, but then don't look like they are fully healing either. I am planning on seeing him next week. And the whole time I was talking to him it seemed like his voice sometimes trailed off into an evil tone. But not as we finished our conversation. It was enough to make me a little angry. And also I asked him when my antibiotic pills would be used up. I take three a day for my foot, and I seem to be handling that well. I usually take my medicines twice a day. So if I have to take any other medicine twice a day I just take it those times. Taking another dose of a medicine a third time messes up that rhythm. But like I said, I've come up with all kinds of notes and symbolic acts, like turning things over and moving things from one place in my house to another. (And now I have found that the best way to make sure I complete the whole process is to leave the cold water on in the bathroom. And don't shut it off till it's done.) But I asked him. And he said the pills would be used up by Friday. Because I told him that it looks like I'm down to the bottom of the bottle, almost used up. But he said no, definitely Friday. Or he put emphasis on Friday I know, when I questioned it. But I just counted my pills now. And there are six. With one more dose today, I should finish the bottle on Wednesday.

I'm just repeating what happened.