Sprout has some of the weirdest people I've ever seen. God, kid shows are getting weird. (Then again... anybody remember You Can't Do That On Television? Hahahaha.)
So in avoiding putting pressure on my foot, I've managed to pull my left groin. It sucks, and hurts, but I guess it hurts less than walking on my foot, so I'd rather deal with this pain.
I think I'm too tired to blog right now, actually. More after my bloodstream is inundated with caffeine.
Showing posts with label injury. Show all posts
Showing posts with label injury. Show all posts
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Really?
So I'm pretty sure L is insane. LOL. My darling housemate apparently feels it necessary to document a play-by-play of every hour in this (insanely busy) house. What is this I don't even...
Had to get together a bunch of pictures for my mom to take to my grandpa, who is currently in the hospital with pneumonia, and we're not sure how it's going to turn out; we wanted him to see pictures of the kids before anything happened to him. So, a frenzy of uploading and choosing and transferring to a flash drive.
My foot still fucking HURTS. Can't put any pressure on it, still, but at least it's reduced to a dull ache while it's up. Damn tendons, why do they even exist?! Our bodies should be held together by some magical, impenatrable force. O_O
Uh... I'm boring. Bye.
Had to get together a bunch of pictures for my mom to take to my grandpa, who is currently in the hospital with pneumonia, and we're not sure how it's going to turn out; we wanted him to see pictures of the kids before anything happened to him. So, a frenzy of uploading and choosing and transferring to a flash drive.
My foot still fucking HURTS. Can't put any pressure on it, still, but at least it's reduced to a dull ache while it's up. Damn tendons, why do they even exist?! Our bodies should be held together by some magical, impenatrable force. O_O
Uh... I'm boring. Bye.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Purple Death
Let me preface this by saying: I HATE BARNEY. But, it's on Sprout, and it's only a half hour, and with my son watching Sprout and being occupied while I'm laid out, I don't feel like changing the channel. That would wreak a world of havoc I'd rather not have right now.
With that said... this morning has already been an active morning, and it's only 8:50. J woke up before 7, and was being really pissed off that he wasn't out of his crib immediately, so I was forced to drag my sorry ass out of bed and hop on one foot over to retrieve him. It was nearly an exercise in futility - I couldn't get close enough to the crib because the bedroom's messy, so my arms were super extended, and... man, my arms just aren't that strong. My upper body strength sucks! (Although, by the time I'm done with the crutches, I'll be able to bench press a damn bus. I'm not exactly a small girl.)
So, J gets up, gets set on the floor, and immediately begins his daily routine of terrorization. First thing he does is go straight to his sister's room, discover her door's open, and start messing with her art supplies. *RAWR!!!* So I'm yelling at him to put it down and come out, because I can't *get* to her room on crutches, and it wakes up L (who, conviently enough, sleeps on the couch). She comes to retrieve him and I go find S and yell at her how pissed off I am, and that I can't stop J from destroying her stuff so she needs to be more careful! Fortunately she understood and we still started out the morning fairly well.
S is ready for school and heads off (looking cuuuuuuuute, she looks so much older than her age sometimes), I clean last night's barbeque sauce out of the high chair and stick J in it, L gets his food, we put on Sprout, and aaaaaaaahhhhhhh, peace and quiet. Coffee, cigarettes, the internet, and a happy baby.
Life is simple, life is good.
With that said... this morning has already been an active morning, and it's only 8:50. J woke up before 7, and was being really pissed off that he wasn't out of his crib immediately, so I was forced to drag my sorry ass out of bed and hop on one foot over to retrieve him. It was nearly an exercise in futility - I couldn't get close enough to the crib because the bedroom's messy, so my arms were super extended, and... man, my arms just aren't that strong. My upper body strength sucks! (Although, by the time I'm done with the crutches, I'll be able to bench press a damn bus. I'm not exactly a small girl.)
So, J gets up, gets set on the floor, and immediately begins his daily routine of terrorization. First thing he does is go straight to his sister's room, discover her door's open, and start messing with her art supplies. *RAWR!!!* So I'm yelling at him to put it down and come out, because I can't *get* to her room on crutches, and it wakes up L (who, conviently enough, sleeps on the couch). She comes to retrieve him and I go find S and yell at her how pissed off I am, and that I can't stop J from destroying her stuff so she needs to be more careful! Fortunately she understood and we still started out the morning fairly well.
S is ready for school and heads off (looking cuuuuuuuute, she looks so much older than her age sometimes), I clean last night's barbeque sauce out of the high chair and stick J in it, L gets his food, we put on Sprout, and aaaaaaaahhhhhhh, peace and quiet. Coffee, cigarettes, the internet, and a happy baby.
Life is simple, life is good.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
The Gimp (part 2)
She calls me Captain Gimpy. It's not even my adolescent daughter calling me this... it's my housemate-caretaker L. WHAT THE FUCKETY FUCK?! Captain Gimpy? Really? LOL. Oh god, she's too much!
The Gimp
So today.... today I'm gimpy. A lame horse. I should be put down with a bullet to the brainpan.
To explain - yesterday, I tripped over a curb I didn't know was there. I went flying into a wall, but while I was trying to right myself (or at least not take a header into the concrete) too much strain was put on my left foot and I tore my plantar fascia. For those that don't know, it's the tendon that makes the arch of the foot - connected to the heel and ball respectively. I've been having problems with plantar fasciitis for awhile already, so it was already strained to begin with. Now it's torn. Not completely separated, thank goodness, but it's torn enough that I can't bear any weight on that foot, save a minute amount on the ball of my foot.
Thus, I am on crutches... crutches that M bought for me out of the extreme kindness of his huge, mushy heart of doom. I fucking love him.
L, not having a job at the moment, will be taking care of the kids and myself pretty much full time until I'm able to walk again. I fucking love her too.
Hubby will still be going to work full time since L is here to help out with J and S, which is good because we really can't afford for him to take the time off.
I hate being a useless lump. I despise not being able to do things for myself; not being able to take care of my kids myself is even worse. This is probably one of the most awful feelings in the world. I can't even get my own damn coffee, L had to make it for me. O_O
I hope this heals soon. Standard healing time is around a month, I think, and then begins the "physical therapy". Since I don't have insurance, I'll be doing it myself.
Aaaaaand, I just got news that my grandpa's in the hospital with pneumonia, so I'm done with this post.
To explain - yesterday, I tripped over a curb I didn't know was there. I went flying into a wall, but while I was trying to right myself (or at least not take a header into the concrete) too much strain was put on my left foot and I tore my plantar fascia. For those that don't know, it's the tendon that makes the arch of the foot - connected to the heel and ball respectively. I've been having problems with plantar fasciitis for awhile already, so it was already strained to begin with. Now it's torn. Not completely separated, thank goodness, but it's torn enough that I can't bear any weight on that foot, save a minute amount on the ball of my foot.
Thus, I am on crutches... crutches that M bought for me out of the extreme kindness of his huge, mushy heart of doom. I fucking love him.
L, not having a job at the moment, will be taking care of the kids and myself pretty much full time until I'm able to walk again. I fucking love her too.
Hubby will still be going to work full time since L is here to help out with J and S, which is good because we really can't afford for him to take the time off.
I hate being a useless lump. I despise not being able to do things for myself; not being able to take care of my kids myself is even worse. This is probably one of the most awful feelings in the world. I can't even get my own damn coffee, L had to make it for me. O_O
I hope this heals soon. Standard healing time is around a month, I think, and then begins the "physical therapy". Since I don't have insurance, I'll be doing it myself.
Aaaaaand, I just got news that my grandpa's in the hospital with pneumonia, so I'm done with this post.
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