New job is super cool. Great office and nice casual environment and people. Learning the job is a little difficult but training went well....so to celebrate I decided to break my ankle.
Basically I did this;
Which resulted in this;
I fell down three steps. 3. And I had to hear about four different people say;
"So you fell down three steps?"
Man it sounds worse every time.
The best part was when I first went into the fracture clinic area and the guy asked the typical;
"So you fell down three stairs"
"Yes"
"Were you drinking?"
"Sadly no"
So I am stuck in a cast up to my knee for four to six weeks. I broke my ankle in two places and tore several ligaments as well. When I was in the emergency room, it looked like I had a growth the size of a golf ball on my ankle. The guy who put my cast on (the same one who had asked if I had been drinking) was super cool- I guess you have to be when you are hurting someone. I think the scariest thing was when the doctor said;
"Can you bend your ankle a bit more?"
Me: I can but it really doesn't feel nice.
Doctor: Okay well I really don't want to have to put you under to put the cast on.
Yipes. I sucked it up and they replaced my ankle- which had been hurting when I first broke it, then not so bad- then like a motherfucker when they put it where it belonged. Now I am stuck with a $120 medical bill because fibreglass casts are not covered by OHIP and neither are crutches- seriously I understand the fibreglass cast- but to not cover crutches- that is retarded.
For now I am queen of the hobble-goblins. Bow now please.
Sadly my cat gets to join me in that club. See, two days ago, he had a stroke
I was so scared, I thought he was going to die- my mom even had to consider putting him down. The vet- which wasn't our regular vet was super nice though and suggested we wait and see what happened.
The night we brought my kitty home, he dragged himself to the litterbox. His hind right leg was paralyzed and he still refused to let anyone hold him until he used the litterbox. Seriously, the last thing I would have been concerned about after a stroke, would have been going to the bathroom in the appropriate place.
Today- two days later, the only indication he ever had a stroke is he has a slight limp, and is a little lathargic.
I am so thankful. My cat is only 7 years old- and the best cat in the entire world-loosing him, would have been devastating- he's my baby.
Hopefully I have better luck with things over the next few weeks.
Basically I did this;
Which resulted in this;
I fell down three steps. 3. And I had to hear about four different people say;
"So you fell down three steps?"
Man it sounds worse every time.
The best part was when I first went into the fracture clinic area and the guy asked the typical;
"So you fell down three stairs"
"Yes"
"Were you drinking?"
"Sadly no"
So I am stuck in a cast up to my knee for four to six weeks. I broke my ankle in two places and tore several ligaments as well. When I was in the emergency room, it looked like I had a growth the size of a golf ball on my ankle. The guy who put my cast on (the same one who had asked if I had been drinking) was super cool- I guess you have to be when you are hurting someone. I think the scariest thing was when the doctor said;
"Can you bend your ankle a bit more?"
Me: I can but it really doesn't feel nice.
Doctor: Okay well I really don't want to have to put you under to put the cast on.
Yipes. I sucked it up and they replaced my ankle- which had been hurting when I first broke it, then not so bad- then like a motherfucker when they put it where it belonged. Now I am stuck with a $120 medical bill because fibreglass casts are not covered by OHIP and neither are crutches- seriously I understand the fibreglass cast- but to not cover crutches- that is retarded.
For now I am queen of the hobble-goblins. Bow now please.
Sadly my cat gets to join me in that club. See, two days ago, he had a stroke
I was so scared, I thought he was going to die- my mom even had to consider putting him down. The vet- which wasn't our regular vet was super nice though and suggested we wait and see what happened. The night we brought my kitty home, he dragged himself to the litterbox. His hind right leg was paralyzed and he still refused to let anyone hold him until he used the litterbox. Seriously, the last thing I would have been concerned about after a stroke, would have been going to the bathroom in the appropriate place.
Today- two days later, the only indication he ever had a stroke is he has a slight limp, and is a little lathargic.
I am so thankful. My cat is only 7 years old- and the best cat in the entire world-loosing him, would have been devastating- he's my baby.
Hopefully I have better luck with things over the next few weeks.
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How's your cat?
How's your job?
I'd love to hear more about your job actually. You may know that I'm a media junkie, so I'd love to know more. Maybe you could message me. At least tell me where you work.
I noticed that you have a Facebook profile. I almost clicked to add you, then I worried about rejection, so I chickened out.
How's life overall? I'm sorry for being out of touch for so long.
Hugs!
I know I shouldn't have worried that you would say no, but I guess that's just my worry with everybody.
Does your employer have a website? I ask cuz I maintain a directory of newspapers, and wonder if I have them, especially if they publish multiple editions.
Are you going to the gala?
You know, I really wish I lived in the Toronto area. I would love to see you more than once a year. Heck, I'd love to take you for lunch or something.
Oh, I was wondering how your sisters are. I know one got married, and the other was doing poorly in school, so I was just wondering how things are these days with them.