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dragonlady7So today I managed to sustain another roller derby injury: this time, I fell flat on my ass. Have you ever hit the ground so hard that it's like you were given an electric shock? That's what it felt like. I couldn't move, and struggled to roll myself off the track. It was some time before I was able to stand up, and in pure physical shock at the force of the landing I cried a little bit, but that was more due, I think, to the fact that I had just come down with a terrible chest cold and was feeling extremely achy and fragile and hormonal anyway.
I was horribly embarrassed that everyone came over and fussed over me, and once I could move I slunk off to the outside of the rink. I wanted to get back in and skate again but I was too worried that I'd cry again, as we were playing Blood and Thunder and so of course I'd fall again, as that's part of the game unless your heart's in it to win. Which mine wasn't. But a lot of other people had dropped out and stopped playing by then, so I just couldn't make myself go back in.
I was in rather a lot of pain by midafternoon, but then I took six ibuprofin and have felt better for a few hours. It hurts to bend over, which has made it hard to do much today. I did manage to get plastic on the windows, but Z did most of that.
I also caught up with Mom and with Katy on the phone. Katy quit her teaching job mostly because the school was so very poorly-run. She mentioned that she didn't miss the Army, really, but even with the worst boss she ever had there, things still got done, her role was clear, and she always managed to get everything she needed to do to get her job done. Which she hasn't found, thusfar, in civilian life, and it's very frustrating.
So she's applying for other teaching jobs, and is considering other options. At the moment she doesn't mind being unemployed for the holidays, as she's hosting Thanksgiving for the in-laws, and is traveling for Christmas. But she is a bit disappointed and out of sorts, naturally.
She was glad I called because her husband's been out of town for a week on training for his job, and will be out of town next week as well, so she's in the midst of a long span of alone time. But the antics of her pets were, at least while I spoke to her, keeping her spirits up-- Scout is very gentle with Crawfish, the cat, but Lizzie likes to play rough, and at one point during the phone conversation, she had Crawfish's entire head in her mouth. (He retaliated by assuming the five-of-his-six-ends-are-pointy-when-he-lies-like-that position so she couldn't do it again.)
(Scout and Lizzie are the identical Springer Spaniel sisters, although Lizzie, despite identical diet and exercise, remains about ten pounds heavier than Scout although she's no taller or longer. Both sisters will be coming north for Christmas.)
I was going to blog something else but I don't remember. Z is the best. I am a bit loopy. (I wouldn't think ibuprofin four hours ago would do that, but who knows.) I spent most of this evening absorbed in Wikipedia articles about human evolution. I am fascinated by Neanderthals. But I am more fascinated by the Chalcolithic period. I couldn't tell you why.
I was horribly embarrassed that everyone came over and fussed over me, and once I could move I slunk off to the outside of the rink. I wanted to get back in and skate again but I was too worried that I'd cry again, as we were playing Blood and Thunder and so of course I'd fall again, as that's part of the game unless your heart's in it to win. Which mine wasn't. But a lot of other people had dropped out and stopped playing by then, so I just couldn't make myself go back in.
I was in rather a lot of pain by midafternoon, but then I took six ibuprofin and have felt better for a few hours. It hurts to bend over, which has made it hard to do much today. I did manage to get plastic on the windows, but Z did most of that.
I also caught up with Mom and with Katy on the phone. Katy quit her teaching job mostly because the school was so very poorly-run. She mentioned that she didn't miss the Army, really, but even with the worst boss she ever had there, things still got done, her role was clear, and she always managed to get everything she needed to do to get her job done. Which she hasn't found, thusfar, in civilian life, and it's very frustrating.
So she's applying for other teaching jobs, and is considering other options. At the moment she doesn't mind being unemployed for the holidays, as she's hosting Thanksgiving for the in-laws, and is traveling for Christmas. But she is a bit disappointed and out of sorts, naturally.
She was glad I called because her husband's been out of town for a week on training for his job, and will be out of town next week as well, so she's in the midst of a long span of alone time. But the antics of her pets were, at least while I spoke to her, keeping her spirits up-- Scout is very gentle with Crawfish, the cat, but Lizzie likes to play rough, and at one point during the phone conversation, she had Crawfish's entire head in her mouth. (He retaliated by assuming the five-of-his-six-ends-are-pointy-when-he-lies-like-that position so she couldn't do it again.)
(Scout and Lizzie are the identical Springer Spaniel sisters, although Lizzie, despite identical diet and exercise, remains about ten pounds heavier than Scout although she's no taller or longer. Both sisters will be coming north for Christmas.)
I was going to blog something else but I don't remember. Z is the best. I am a bit loopy. (I wouldn't think ibuprofin four hours ago would do that, but who knows.) I spent most of this evening absorbed in Wikipedia articles about human evolution. I am fascinated by Neanderthals. But I am more fascinated by the Chalcolithic period. I couldn't tell you why.
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Date: 2006-11-13 06:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-13 06:37 pm (UTC)I was so annoyed that I was crying, but I really couldn't stop. It sucked. I hate that. I always wanted to be one of those girls who never cries, but it's not something I could help.
Oh hey, I should do that today-- sometimes just having a good long cry really helps, and maybe I'll feel better if I do...