the weaning

I've been free of meds for almost 24 hours, now. No aspirin, no prescription meds (I ran out of those sometime last week). Over the weekend, as I mentioned earlier today, my pain levels mysteriously dropped and I've been able to walk around much more freely and fluidly than I had been for the past six or seven weeks. I'm not at 100% yet; my left hip joint is still very stiff, and I suspect that it would be easy for me to re-injure myself, but if I were to graph out my medical situation, I'd say I was on a steady upward curve. As before, I don't want to jinx this by speaking too soon, but things really do seem to be improving, and I have no clue as to why.

My buddy Tom is insisting I get an MRI when I'm next up in Seoul; he's offering to pay all expenses to make sure I get the treatment I need. While I frown and grumble at his pushy mothering, I understand his concern and agree that a deep, detailed scan would be nice so that we at least know what's going on inside my body.

For now, though, I'm just thankful that I can function without meds. That in itself is real progress. And may it continue: I'd like for this condition to be a fading memory by June.


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