bitter foot

 in bed, eyes squinty-tired ready to sleep. no matter how chilled i feel i cannot reconcile myself to turn off the fan. instead i add a blanket to the summer sheet I've been using. any slight twitch of my foot activates immediate distress in arch region. jazzybee was particularily brutal and unfeeling in our physio session today. foot wants to die. "you did die foot. this is rebirth." "i hate it." says foot. "yah. this is that kind of gift. you'll love it later though. " foot only mimics me, bitterly mocking my tender hopes.