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Danger is my middle name
31/8/05 15:29Today I finally shuffled into Student Health and had them take a look at my ankle. They admired my bruising and took some X-rays.
As it turns out, I've managed to break my leg a little.
There is a small, clean chip in the bone right above my ankle--leaving me able to hobble around, complain, and generally ignore it, which fortunately hasn't done any extra damage. It's just preventing me from healing. I have so little upper body strength and coordination that I'm not even really able to use the crutches they've lent me; I take a few steps, get frustrated, and go back to hobbling on my bad foot.
In an act of remarkable stupidity, they have built Student Health in a wooded area on top of a hill. Never mind that I keep getting lost when I try to go there--the terrain is awful, and you have to go down a flight of stairs and then up again. Not exactly the type of area you want to hobble around on crutches.
Logic and empathy say that it should be hard to slip into self-pity when there's a couple of cities under water; and that's true. I am trying, and in part managing, to maintain an attitude of amusement at myself for managing to break two bones in a single year (considering that I'm about the least risk-taking person I know).
Emotionally, though, I'm worn out.
As it turns out, I've managed to break my leg a little.
There is a small, clean chip in the bone right above my ankle--leaving me able to hobble around, complain, and generally ignore it, which fortunately hasn't done any extra damage. It's just preventing me from healing. I have so little upper body strength and coordination that I'm not even really able to use the crutches they've lent me; I take a few steps, get frustrated, and go back to hobbling on my bad foot.
In an act of remarkable stupidity, they have built Student Health in a wooded area on top of a hill. Never mind that I keep getting lost when I try to go there--the terrain is awful, and you have to go down a flight of stairs and then up again. Not exactly the type of area you want to hobble around on crutches.
Logic and empathy say that it should be hard to slip into self-pity when there's a couple of cities under water; and that's true. I am trying, and in part managing, to maintain an attitude of amusement at myself for managing to break two bones in a single year (considering that I'm about the least risk-taking person I know).
Emotionally, though, I'm worn out.
