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In my dreams I am running on a beach

So. I am lying here on my couch on Day 12 of the Great Sprain Event, bored out of my mind.

Now I wish I had continued one of those hobbies I was trying to pick up, like crocheting, but sadly that never held my interest. Just bored enough to write here. Having left this for a full year with no attention, I expect no one to be reading it, so maybe it’ll be more like a journal than it used to be.

But probably not.

I sprained my foot running around on a Tuesday on a work errand, trying to get ready to drive to my brother’s house to hang out for his minor surgery. I’ve worn Reefs almost exclusively since I started my current job in 2005, and have never had an issue, but that day I managed to somehow step on the side of one and twist my foot hard. I was able to hobble away from the scene of the accident, and driving didn’t hurt too much, but within a few hours the pain had grown to an insanely debilitating level, so I went to an emergency care place to have them check it out.

That was fun and a half: although I had a wheelchair, I had to hobble into a bathroom to prove I could have x-rays taken because I wasn’t harboring a secret fetus (I was like, I promise, there is no way that could be the case, but somehow that wasn’t good enough for the medical staff).

After two hours I finally saw a doctor. He checked the set of x-rays and felt my foot, and discovered that it was my foot that was the problem, not my ankle, and therefore sent me back to the x-ray room. If I hadn’t been sort of comatose with pain I would have complained, since I never said my ankle was the issue, but whatever. I loved him later when he gave me Vicodin, so it all evened out.

Anyway the upshot was all the bones were intact, and I just had a bad sprain. In fact, what he said first was “You just twisted it.” In reply I made a sound like a tortured manatee and asked him if it was normal to be in this much pain if I “just twisted it”, or if possibly I was being a giant baby about the whole thing. He assured me that it’s quite normal to experience that much pain, at which point he prescribed the Vicodin and I stopped listening.

It was over pretty quick after that: I got crutch lessons, a splint, and two Vicodin to tide me over till someone could get to the pharmacy for me. I was lucky to have my mom with me; as I tried to crutch up to my apartment when she had driven me home, I almost fell over backwards from a combination of powerful drugs and inexperienced crutching. Plus she let me collapse on the couch and set about organizing my new crippled life. Love her.

In fact, this whole thing has made me really appreciate living around family, as much as they drive me insane at times. I haven’t been able to drive, so I’ve been chauffeured to work every day by another family member, and my parents took care of everything else (laundry, food, litter boxes, etc.).

Last night I decided to try walking on it. Turns out that was pretty dumb; hence me being relegated back to the couch. I won’t see a doctor till Tuesday (delayed by worker’s comp people taking their time) so I’ll ask him what I should be doing to fix things.

So full circle: I’m bored.

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People I would like to meet

My modem broke last week, so while I was trying different methods of self-repair, I noticed that at least one of my neighbors has my kind of humor. I want to meet them now.

I will never try to borrow their wireless though….

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My life, this is how exciting it is

Today I washed my front door. It was surprisingly dirty. The other doors in my building are pretty clean, except for those for unoccupied condos. I’m wondering, do these people wash their doors regularly? Is this normal?

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how to reconnect with friends when you’ve (maybe?) been an asshole?

…is it so difficult for me to keep up with all of my old friends? I WANT to, and yet….I am not doing it.

I hate talking on the phone, but I guess I should get over that. Is that how everyone else stays in touch?

I’ve gotten really skilled at keeping in touch with one person, but that’s because she sort of cracked the whip on me, which I appreciate beyond all belief.

God, I’m really sad right now, for being such an asshole who doesn’t make enough of an effort.

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One year, bishes!

Yay today is my one year anniversary of not dying from the blood clot in my brain!

To celebrate, I will…uh…take an aspirin.