Foot

Well, I hurt my foot last night. I was working on my back-handspring form on a tumble track, and I guess that I got it right, because I went flying way past the safety mat that I was supposed to land on, and hit a spring board.

Now, I didn’t want to look like a pussy, so I got up and started practicing again. Because, even with a slightly injured left ankle and a scraped right shin, you can still practice.

That was a mistake.

By the time I got out of there I could barely walk on it. I got home and wrapped it up, and stuck an ice pack on it. (After a shower of course; I was quite sweaty.) It was fine for a bit. Started to hurt a little as I watched comedy central.

And then I went to bed.

So, I layed down to go to sleep around 23 hours (eleven at night), and I just couldn’t find a comfortable position. The throbbing pain with periods of feeling like my ankle was being crushed sort of ruined those two and a half hours for me. I took two advil sometime in the midle of that, but they didn’t help. So I went upstairs to watch tv (that was hard, oh you have no idea how hard.) But I thought that maybe it would take my mind off of it.

So, I go up there, turn on the tv, and lay down on the futon up there. Slowly but surely I start to drift off. It was amazing, two and a half hours of trying to get some rest in my normal bed was nothing to the thirty minutes on the upstairs futon. the only difference was that my foot was hanging off the bed.

This morning, my foot was devoid of pain, just some pressure (like bliss after last night.) But I was worried about walking on it, so I hopped around for a bit, and then finally tried walking normally, and it was fine. Not nearly enough pain to make me jump around like an idiot any more. Also, I’ve been dying for an excuse to use this cane that my dad and I made, so I’ve been using that as well, which is great. The wrap definately helps as well, because the ankle can’t twist as much with it on.

I have a docter’s appointment at fourteen hours (two in the afternoon.) And I’ll post when I know exactly what’s wrong. I think I cracked a bone somewhere though.

-Live blissfully.

*Much Later*

So, I went to my docter (Who’s the most amazing person in the world, by the way.) and I found out that it’s just a bone contusion, and that it should be fine in a few days. Very happy. I’m almost walking normally twenty four hours after the first part of this post.

-Smurphy

Family

So, I think I’ll start by talking about family. Mostly my family, but I might throw universal stuff in.

I don’t trust people in my family. The only person I trust is my father. Every one else gossips. My father understands me, even if he’s a little bit on the eccentric side. I wouldn’t be able to tell my mother that I’m atheist- she’d start crying and yelling and wondering where she went wrong. They wouldn’t care if I were gay, but atheist? That’s out of the question.

A prime example of my family is when my brother’s ex-girlfriend kept in contact with us after he broke up with her. He went off to the marines, and she kept coming over. She likes us, and I liked hanging around with her. Unfortunately, my mom didn’t like it, so she forbid her to ever come to the house again.

Great.

Right now we’re caught up in this whole drama thing that is going to explode in more than a few faces. My brother left for California after he was discharged from the marines (honorably), and he never called us after that. Three years later, we find out that he has a girlfriend, and they have a son together. My mom was pissed before, and now she’s had time to simmer with rage. She’s been manipulating the girlfriend, hoping that she’ll convince my brother to come back into the folds of the family.

Great.

I understand my brother’s willingness to just up and leave. He wants to be on his own. He wants to not have all of this familial responsibility. He wants to be able to be his own man. He wants to not have to deal with people who he’s known his whole life.

Unfortunately, my sister is the same way, and now I have been left with the burden of keeping my mother’s hopes alive. She has been beaten by these two, and now I hold all of her dreams in my hands.

Great.

Fortunately, I still have my father. He’s a bit too into christian mythology, but other than that, he’s great.

Oh, and my sister thinks that she knows everything, but she only knows everything about my life, not everything about everything.

And her and my mom are both control freaks.

 

Whatever.

-Live long and prosper.