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So I fell at the holiday party on Saturday. No biggie, I was rollerskating along and clipped my own wheels, wasn't even trying anything fancy.
But I landed really hard, straight down, on my left knee.
No kneepads-- I'd meant to put them on, but forgot, and then wasn't really skating much so it wasn't important, I thought. Ha ha ha!
Fishnet burn, which is cute-- nice distinctive pattern on the skin.
But worse, the knee no longer hurts, but I can't bend it 90 or greater. It just doesn't feel right, and then I can't straighten it.
Am trying to sit with leg elevated, but then it's too straight. I need a footrest a little lower than the computer under my desk, or one that supports the whole leg.
I foresee a long, uncomfortable day.
I think I'll be fine, just need a couple days to rest the knee. Which is why it's OK with me that practice was cancelled during yesterday's "blizzard". But it's annoying, and slows me down, and I just don't feel like feeling like this.
Also I'm sore all over from shoveling yesterday.
I bullied Z out into the cold so we could shovel before it was dark. This meant we shoveled before it was done snowing. No biggie, I figured-- as long as it was shallow enough to get the car out, I didn't much care.
Last night we're eating dinner around 7 pm, it's full dark out, and we hear a snowblower. Someone was snowblowing all the sidewalks, which is great-- people shovel at all different times, and sometimes it takes people a couple days to get the walk cleaned off. But he also came up and did our driveway too, including where the plow had blocked us in. We thought it was our neighbor, an elderly man, but he paused, and saw me looking out the window, and waved, and it was obviously a young man. I have no idea who it was, but he went on to do the rest of the block.
Which is the sort of thing i like to think I'd do if I had a snowblower, but I don't have a snowblower (well... I do, it's just in 47 pieces in the garage from when Z tried to rebuild the carburetor two years ago. We can't use the garage because it's all over the floor in there. That's ok, we've got too much junk in the driveway anyway.)...
Anyway. I am mightily annoyed at my knee, as this derails my maniacal fitness regime in preparation for the upcoming roller derby season opener. Also it's uncomfortable.
I feel like I was busy all weekend but I could not point to one thing I achieved. I mean, I got the posters all printed up for the bout, but I didn't get them distributed, so that was pointless. I caught up on sleep, but I am still tired. I spent hours yesterday baking, but didn't make anything particularly good, or at least anything I want at the moment. I just feel like a hamster on a wheel at the moment.
I had a lot of good ideas for things I wanted to write, but everything is in the vague floaty idea-y state in my head, and nothing is really ready to be written. I feel like most of my life is going on in another room, or at the closest at arm's length, nothing's really happening right now. I'm kind of wrapped in cotton-wool, or encased in ice, trying to see what's going on. Nothing's really happening directly to me. It's distracting and annoying and, mostly, both boring and exhausting at the same time.
Also I am completely floored by the realization that it's the 17th of December. Fiona's birthday is in two days and I've bought her nothing. Christmas is in 8 days and I've bought almost nothing. I can't even figure out how to get to the website that has my secret Kringle exchange person on it, so I don't remember what he/she wants, and have no ideas on what to wrap it in. I would like to say this is just misdirection, but I genuinely think I'm going to wuss out on this year's exchange, and I hate to say it. I know I've stressed over it in the past, and pulled out something at the last minute; I don't have a last minute this year.
The days I get off for Christmas, which may well be unpaid, are:
24th
25th
31st
1st
That's not much to work with. It's 2 4-day weekends in a row, which is nice, but that's it. It's good I'm not traveling, I guess.
I'd request more days off but why bother? If I'm going to spend them wrapped in cotton wool I might as well be trapped at work. I can't get excited about Christmas. I could visit my folks the 29-30th-- as Mom plans on having Xmas then-- but there are events going on for roller derby, and it's the last team practice before the bout, and I don't know if I can really, really be away then. D-:
But I don't want to have yet another horrid non-excuse for a non-holiday this year. That was the whole reason why I quit that stupid fucking job where I was making twice what I made here: so as not to miss out on holidays like this. Ugh!
I suppose it's not either of my jobs' fault that Mom decreed that she and Dad and Ann would have Xmas in Georgia with Katy and the rest of us were Not to Attend.
I normally wouldn't be depressed at spending a holiday with Z's folks, except that the fancy present competition is so stressful, and I don't think I'll enjoy very much showing up to be a scratch in the competition. Oh yay!
While his family doesn't particularly dislike me, they're also not exactly sparing on derision for those that don't keep up, so I imagine I'll be taking everything too personally and be miserable. Whatever.
WHy is it that the only emotions I can really feel lately are the bad ones? I am insulated away from the world and feel nothing yadda yadda blah blah until someone says something that I can in some way interpret to be a negative judgment on me, and then I feel it more keenly than I've ever felt anything.
How tedious, how boring, how very, very me.
Bleh. Whine, whine, piss, moan, bitch, etc. I just wish my fucking knee didn't bother me like this.
But I landed really hard, straight down, on my left knee.
No kneepads-- I'd meant to put them on, but forgot, and then wasn't really skating much so it wasn't important, I thought. Ha ha ha!
Fishnet burn, which is cute-- nice distinctive pattern on the skin.
But worse, the knee no longer hurts, but I can't bend it 90 or greater. It just doesn't feel right, and then I can't straighten it.
Am trying to sit with leg elevated, but then it's too straight. I need a footrest a little lower than the computer under my desk, or one that supports the whole leg.
I foresee a long, uncomfortable day.
I think I'll be fine, just need a couple days to rest the knee. Which is why it's OK with me that practice was cancelled during yesterday's "blizzard". But it's annoying, and slows me down, and I just don't feel like feeling like this.
Also I'm sore all over from shoveling yesterday.
I bullied Z out into the cold so we could shovel before it was dark. This meant we shoveled before it was done snowing. No biggie, I figured-- as long as it was shallow enough to get the car out, I didn't much care.
Last night we're eating dinner around 7 pm, it's full dark out, and we hear a snowblower. Someone was snowblowing all the sidewalks, which is great-- people shovel at all different times, and sometimes it takes people a couple days to get the walk cleaned off. But he also came up and did our driveway too, including where the plow had blocked us in. We thought it was our neighbor, an elderly man, but he paused, and saw me looking out the window, and waved, and it was obviously a young man. I have no idea who it was, but he went on to do the rest of the block.
Which is the sort of thing i like to think I'd do if I had a snowblower, but I don't have a snowblower (well... I do, it's just in 47 pieces in the garage from when Z tried to rebuild the carburetor two years ago. We can't use the garage because it's all over the floor in there. That's ok, we've got too much junk in the driveway anyway.)...
Anyway. I am mightily annoyed at my knee, as this derails my maniacal fitness regime in preparation for the upcoming roller derby season opener. Also it's uncomfortable.
I feel like I was busy all weekend but I could not point to one thing I achieved. I mean, I got the posters all printed up for the bout, but I didn't get them distributed, so that was pointless. I caught up on sleep, but I am still tired. I spent hours yesterday baking, but didn't make anything particularly good, or at least anything I want at the moment. I just feel like a hamster on a wheel at the moment.
I had a lot of good ideas for things I wanted to write, but everything is in the vague floaty idea-y state in my head, and nothing is really ready to be written. I feel like most of my life is going on in another room, or at the closest at arm's length, nothing's really happening right now. I'm kind of wrapped in cotton-wool, or encased in ice, trying to see what's going on. Nothing's really happening directly to me. It's distracting and annoying and, mostly, both boring and exhausting at the same time.
Also I am completely floored by the realization that it's the 17th of December. Fiona's birthday is in two days and I've bought her nothing. Christmas is in 8 days and I've bought almost nothing. I can't even figure out how to get to the website that has my secret Kringle exchange person on it, so I don't remember what he/she wants, and have no ideas on what to wrap it in. I would like to say this is just misdirection, but I genuinely think I'm going to wuss out on this year's exchange, and I hate to say it. I know I've stressed over it in the past, and pulled out something at the last minute; I don't have a last minute this year.
The days I get off for Christmas, which may well be unpaid, are:
24th
25th
31st
1st
That's not much to work with. It's 2 4-day weekends in a row, which is nice, but that's it. It's good I'm not traveling, I guess.
I'd request more days off but why bother? If I'm going to spend them wrapped in cotton wool I might as well be trapped at work. I can't get excited about Christmas. I could visit my folks the 29-30th-- as Mom plans on having Xmas then-- but there are events going on for roller derby, and it's the last team practice before the bout, and I don't know if I can really, really be away then. D-:
But I don't want to have yet another horrid non-excuse for a non-holiday this year. That was the whole reason why I quit that stupid fucking job where I was making twice what I made here: so as not to miss out on holidays like this. Ugh!
I suppose it's not either of my jobs' fault that Mom decreed that she and Dad and Ann would have Xmas in Georgia with Katy and the rest of us were Not to Attend.
I normally wouldn't be depressed at spending a holiday with Z's folks, except that the fancy present competition is so stressful, and I don't think I'll enjoy very much showing up to be a scratch in the competition. Oh yay!
While his family doesn't particularly dislike me, they're also not exactly sparing on derision for those that don't keep up, so I imagine I'll be taking everything too personally and be miserable. Whatever.
WHy is it that the only emotions I can really feel lately are the bad ones? I am insulated away from the world and feel nothing yadda yadda blah blah until someone says something that I can in some way interpret to be a negative judgment on me, and then I feel it more keenly than I've ever felt anything.
How tedious, how boring, how very, very me.
Bleh. Whine, whine, piss, moan, bitch, etc. I just wish my fucking knee didn't bother me like this.
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Date: 2007-12-17 06:39 pm (UTC)(I've been there if you can't tell...)
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Date: 2007-12-18 09:20 pm (UTC)It's just hard to bend, and it bothers me. But it doesn't hurt. So I guess I'm doing well.