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Thursday early I go for covid tests and bloodwork, then quarantine for the next almost two days, which should give me time to put the finishing touches on prepping the house, or to wibble in a hysterical bundle of nerves, or both. The trouble is that the last two days I've woken with ferociously spasming low back/ hips/ whatever. Which happens from time to time but I so don't want it happening when I can't walk unsupported. Now, days when I wake up with nothing hurting I'm cheerful and optimistic. 'You managed to walk with a broken foot, (is how they treat bunions FYI) how much worse can a knee be?' Yes, well, that was twenty years ago when my bladder was better behaved and I could take my own sweet time getting down the hallway. For now... Ah well. Me for the que seras.