an update

my foot: my orthopedic said that the radiology report came back and said my foot was not fractured. but, after him squeezing the hell out of it, he said there still might be a small crack. and, i'm sure that if there wasn't, there surely was after his vise-like hands attacked my bruised and swollen foot. i'm now without crutches (yay!) and hobbling around quite nicely. i have attempted, regardless of dr. orders, shuffling around sans boot only to realize that my foot no longer pulls upward. i definitely feel like a child learning how to walk again. i think i might need physical therapy. others around me think i'm just being dramatic (moi?!)

the job situation: i have accepted a job as a flight attendant at a major airline. i'm very excited about this new change in my course of career. i, undoubtedly, will miss many aspects of teaching; however, i am excited at the opportunities that this new job will provide me. (oh, how i get a chill of excitement when using conjunctive adverbs!) although my training will not be for a few more months, i look forward with anticipation to the day my wings are pinned on my shirt. until then, i will continue to surf the 'net, visit friends, catch up on some summer reading, and enjoy my weekends off (for you see, this will be a rarity for the next few years!).

god save the....harry potter?

i wonder if the queen is outraged by this. has another fictional character ever taken the world (and yes, i mean the world!) by storm like this? it's crazy!

i'm curious if there are talks to put harry on the 5 pound note. i think it would be then, that the queen (a muggle, nonetheless) would throw her royal mace at the matter.

but, i admit, i am ready to dust off book 5 and catch up so i can read the fate of our dear boy at hogwarts.

life as a flamingo

it's been three long days since i broke my foot. i've been outside the confines of my apartment only a few times. it's a long and tedious process to travel anywhere that's not within hopping distance. already i have bruised underarms and pain in my hands from the crutches. i've always said that i need to improve my upper-body strength, but this wasn't really what i had in mind.

i've found it difficult to do much of anything without the ability to use both of my feet. standing to use the bathroom, attempting to prepare a meal, dressing, or even getting into bed is a chore. bathing still tops to "pain in the ass" list, though.

tuesday evening, i took a shower. this required wrapping my semi-permanent cast in a plastic trash bag and hanging it outside the shower. i was somewhat able to wash my hair and scrub the rest of my body (left leg excluded) with soap. water was running down my leg, so my dedicated nurse also had to wrap a towel around my leg to prevent water from getting anywhere near the cast, to prevent itching and odor. it was an ordeal, to say the least.

my dear friend andrea has now 'swansat' a couple of times, teaching me to "use my words" instead of just pointing to things i need. she's been kind enough to bring my wine glass right to me and to provide refills as necessary. amanda, another kind-hearted soul, has helped entertain me with games of euchre and fluffing my pillow as necessary to help my foot stay elevated. as you can see, it's been a group effort; and i appreciate every helping hand.

however, ultimate boredom has officially set in today. there was no one to play with, since everyone was working. and while i know that i would probably be sitting around, playing on the computer, or catching up on my stories since it is my summer vacation, the fact that i have little choice in the matter now is aggravating. i found myself turning off the tv today. just a few random moments to think and dream of life with two working feet. i realized that i need a hobby. i'm feeling crafty. i'm wishing desperately that i had some mod podge to decoupage some items for the guest room. i wish that i had a cross-stitching pattern to keep my hands busy. i wish that i knew how to bind off when knitting to work on that scarf that might be finished by winter. but alas, a trip to michael's is just not in the cards for me due to my lack of desire to hop through the craft store.

the weekend is near. i'm unable to do the l.a.t.e. ride that i was excited about. no other plans, but i'm sure they won't include dining al fresco, taking a walk in the neighborhood, or attending any outdoor festivals.

perhaps my orthopedic will provide me with some seemingly good news on saturday when i meet with him.

until then, i'll be the one standing like a flamingo.

next time, i'm going to the graaand canyon!

my day started off well. after dropping my boyfriend off at the train station before dawn broke, i peacefully rested my head upon my pillow to get more shut-eye. i awoke and sent a few emails, watched some television, made myself breakfast - all the normal stuff you do when you have the summer off. today though, i had plans to meet some old work colleagues for lunch.

while setting the plans, my friend and i were talking about the ungodly heat in the west. i made mention of power problems when heat like this occurs. (karma incident #1) we secured plans for lunch and i made my way to the shower.

i walked to the nearby bar & grill, only to find it was closed. we chose another location where i quickly discovered that they were not open for lunch. we finally drove to a different neighborhood and enjoyed our 2-hour lunch together.

during the lunch, we discussed issues at our previous place of employment, future plans, recent trips, and the movie sicko, which another friend and i enjoyed over the weekend. i was talking about the failing healthcare system in our country and how other countries seem to be on the right track. i then made the comment that i didn't even know the last time that i used my health insurance that i pay so dearly for. (karma incident #2)

while leaving the restaurant, i made my way down the curb where i hear "crack!" and then feel a shooting pain in my foot where i just landed on it wrong. i stood there, on the side of the street, stunned and in a state of shock and pain. i walked across the street and got into the car. on the drive back to my place, it began to swell and throb. when i arrived home and attempted to step out of the car, i couldn't move. my left foot no longer allowed me to stand without an enormous amount of pain. i literally hopped to the door and then pulled my way up the one flight of stairs. i hobbled into my apartment where i quickly discovered there was no power. FUCK. Karma.
due to the growth on the side of my foot and the pain i was enduring, i called my upstairs neighbor to take me to the doctor.

my family practice sent me to the emergency room, where i spent the next 3 1/2 hours in a wheelchair. i was finally told my foot was broken, after the nurse practitioner pushes and prods on every area of my foot. i should have screamed "HOLY SHIT!" then, the gay doctor (this is still being investigated) came in to tell me about the clean break and that i'd be casted and on crutches for about 4 weeks.

i think i was rushed out of the ER because my friends and i were laughing hysterically about the hoveround commercials and my need for such a vehicle. surely this would get me outta this place! i was fitted for a semi-permanent cast, experienced "crutches 101" and then sent on my way.

an interesting day. to say the least...the very least.

here are some pictures. giggle at my expense, if you wish!

my foot, in it's current state

how i get around these days



spotted this at the hospital - his and his hoveround!
i'm thinking about ordering this to move me around!

UPDATE: doctor has been confirmed "gay as a $3 bill".