Being back at the gym all the time on top of three nights a week of physical therapy leaves me very little free time to do goddamn near anything else. I like being back at the gym because it’s a massive stress reliever, but it kills an extra hour to hour and a half out ...
A cast itches, there’s no two ways about it. It’s absolutely maddening when it’s in an area I can’t reach, but usually if I ignore it, it goes away pretty quickly. The one thing that’s making me batshit crazy right now is the place where my stitches are itches. And it won’t stop. I could ...
Why is my new computer still bouncing around Shanghai tonight? Why is it not in my hot little bored little hands? Oh well. At least it’s in FedEx’s hands now. I guess I’ll distract myself by continuing my Shield marathon. Edit: Yay, now it’s in Anchorage! I’m going to drive myself crazy with this.
I was a real goody two shoes when I was growing up, so I’ve never actually been grounded. Lately, I feel like I’ve been getting a taste of what I missed out on. It’s been about six weeks since the first cast went on, and I’ve barely left the house. I do still have TV ...
It’s called the “it takes a lot of effort and pain to get up” diet. It forces you to ask yourself: Exactly how hungry am I? Generally, the answer is: Okay, not that hungry. Also, ow.
So my orthopedist stuck me in a boot for a couple weeks starting last Thursday to try and stabilize my collapsing arch. The boot is a little hilarious because it has a pump which can allegedly be used to pump up the cast to give more support. It’s about as effective as the pumps in ...
I was bitching about my continuing singlehood to some friends this weekend, saying it felt like I was in the midst of the longest dry streak in the world. It was good to learn that I still have a ways to go before I can claim that title. Courtesy, of course, Dave Barry’s Blog.
I had a longstanding follow-up appointment with my orthopedist today. I walked back and he was talking to my physical therapist (whose office is across the hall). After I finished giving the PT a light berating for Tuesday’s fiasco, the orthopedist came in, and started investigating why my foot’s not getting better. His conclusion: Two ...
As you may have noticed, blogging has died down a bit recently. It’s not because I have nothing to say, it’s just because I have nothing interesting to say. The weeks are all the same: Mr. Cranky Ankle gets better, then gets worse. I go to work. I come home. I watch television on my ...
Still no MRI of DOOOOOOOM yet, apparently the delightful folks at Blue Cross thought I could do with a weekend of sitting in my apartment and watching Rear Window. I had to take the trash out today, and when taking the trash out and getting the mail leaves you whimpering in pain, you know something’s ...