The Fall of Daylight Savings

The end of daylight savings time is always a big change. The sun is now right in my face when I take the single-block walk to the subway. People seem angry everywhere, like the darkness that seemingly comes around earlier and earlier is seeping into the people's hearts. That may be a very dramatic thing to say, but in the past week I've seen a man in a wheelchair screaming at an MTA worker in the NQRW/BDFV station, a woman screaming at a newspaper hawker on the stairs down to the same station and a few people I work with giving each other the business. I hope the sun comes out soon, because I don't know what to do with the hostility.

I'm again having my hangups about alcohol due to recent displays of complete jackassery, but instead of making the bold statement that I will quit drinking (again), I am just going to reserve the wild nights for when I'm out with my close friends, at least until I find people who are into more sobering activities.

Plantar Fasciitis

Plagued with pain in each of my heels for five months, I finally decided to see a doctor a few weeks ago. I wanted answers, and a means to an end. What I got were annoyances.

I was diagnosed with plantar fasciitis, a deformity that strains the ligament running between my heels and the front of my feet. It can be fixed with shots, orthotics and stretching exercises. The pain was excruciating for the first few days, but improving. On my first follow-up appointment, I was given to splints to wear when I'm sleeping and when I'm laying around that are designed to keep my feet at a right angle. It's annoying, and I don't even know what I'm supposed to do if say, I sleep somewhere else. But anyways, it's already been helping the healing process. I can't wait to start working out again.