My foot is feeling better.
Which is to say “I now HAVE to walk with a limp, but I’m not feeling faint every time I try to stand up.”
Of course there’s still a mucking great bruise where the shot of cortizone went in. I’m assuming that once that goes down I’ll be able to judge whether the cortizone did any good.
Yesterday I knocked down a week of inking, four days of coloring, AND managed to get in a game of Warmachine. My Trollbloods turned a very aggressive Protectorate attack into a slaughter. Close game, very close game… right up until the point that the uber-boosted-from-carnage Seneschal failed to assassinate Grissel the Singing Troll.