My first bone breaking. Well, fracturing, but it's still some kind of 'this is not how the bone should be' kind of thing.
Sunday had started out like a nice day. I played some video games, let my family know I'd be coming home on Monday to deliver my KWHS application in full, and went to visit Kaylyn at Lambeth. As I was leaving I walked down the hill towards where I had parked and rolled my foot. I stumbled forward and leaned against the railing at the bottom of the hill and thought "Damn. I'm going to vomit...[deep breath][deep breath]...[try to put weight on it]...ok....ok...I don't think I can drive like this." I limped slowly towards my car where I collapsed into the driver's seat and managed to push the clutch down and start my car. I figured I had just twisted it badly but that it would get better. I made my way to Barrack's Road where I tried to stand in the Chipotle line, but the pain started getting worse and I felt like I was going to throw up so I hobbled back out to my car, leaned the seat back, and proceeded to take an hour nap in the parking lot, hoping the pain would subside by then.
It didn't, but I still managed to get dinner in some form and drove back to my apartment. I had started to feel better by this point, but when I tried to stand up, my left leg gave out in pain and I crumpled to the side. I limped back to my room and tried to watch Netflix, but decided that I should try resting some more. When I woke up again, my foot had started to swell, so I began to RICE it and texted Kaylyn to see what to do about a possible fracture or sprain. She told me to just keep doing what I was doing and to see a doctor the next day.
I eventually got to sleep and when I woke up for class, my foot was swollen and bruised and I couldn't stand on it at all. I called my mom and got her to make a doctor's appointment for me since I was still coming home to drop off my application. I made it home, went to the doctor, and got an x-ray. Initially they just told me that I had popped the fifth metatarsal tendon resulting in a 'bad sprain', so I limped back to my car and drove home to RICE it some more. As I was sitting in the living room, my mom handed me the phone. It was the doctor calling to tell me that the radiologist confirmed an "undisplaced linear fracture" meaning that I hadn't actually shifted the bone, but had cracked it. Erin brought up her crutches and I began to learn how to live my life for the next 4-6 weeks.
I'm terrible at walking with crutches. After getting bored from sitting by myself in the living room for hours, I ventured outside where my family was and on the way back inside through the back door I caught my crutch on the doorstep and stumbled. Out of habit I stuck my left foot out to balance myself, landing my foot squarely on the spot that is broken. I fell back against the wall and struggled to get my shoe off before angrily crutching back into the living room.
I can't carry anything in my hands when I walk, I can't stand up easily, I can't go up or down stairs easily, I can't figure out how I'm going to carry my stuff around grounds and make it up and down all of the staircases and do everything that I was able to before I stupidly rolled my foot on that hill.
These next few weeks are going to really be a test of my patience and ability to manage myself without the usual convenience of a left foot.
Monday, March 21, 2011
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Further Left
I just took the political compass test again. The last time I took it and wrote down my results was March 23, 2010. While that's not exactly a year ago, it's pretty close and if I don't do it now, I'll forget about it until April or May. Last time my results were -6.25, -5.47....This time I got -7.50, -5.28, meaning I've moved pretty significantly to the left, with a small change away from complete liberty, but still pretty far in that realm. I'm looking up books on Amazon right now that, well, fit with my current political state of mind. And yeah, it's the Far Left, but I rather like being Far Left. My room is currently bathed in a red glow coming from the sun shining through the Soviet flag I have hanging in my window.
I don't think Ronnie likes it being there and he said that my room is like some kind of vampire cave now because whenever he walks by during the day there's that red glow showing from the crack under my door.
But, like I said, I like this. And whether I am actually revolutionary or not we will just have to wait and see as I have other things I need to finish first. 2 months until graduation. I'm kind of scared.
I don't think Ronnie likes it being there and he said that my room is like some kind of vampire cave now because whenever he walks by during the day there's that red glow showing from the crack under my door.
But, like I said, I like this. And whether I am actually revolutionary or not we will just have to wait and see as I have other things I need to finish first. 2 months until graduation. I'm kind of scared.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Happy birthday to my Blog
1 year ago over Spring Break I decided to restart my blog. I know that I have significantly slowed my posts since I began student teaching (and ended it relatively successfully) and I really do miss putting things on here whenever I can get myself to sign in and type something.
My Spring Break is coming to a close. It's gone by fast with the 'help' of Sims 3. My characters are at the top level in their respective fields (Symphonic music and Athletics) and I am pleased with their overall progress in life. If only things were so easy. If I only had to worry about eating (and not catching the house on fire while cooking), going to the bathroom, gaining skills by watching TV, occasionally talking to someone else, and going to work on time then I'm sure that things would be much better. But since I don't live in the Sim world, I don't get that simplified version of life. Which brings me to what else I did over Spring Break.
I applied for a job at King William High School.
Had you asked me when I first started education school if I would ever return to my home county, I would have replied with a definite "never." But as job desperation creeps in and graduation races towards me, King William started to look like an ever more viable option. When I got home and read in the local paper that one of the history teachers was leaving to get a coaching job in Pennsylvania, I decided that there was an opportunity to get into the system and try for a job. Luckily for me I know the head of Human Resources (she's my old principal), the head of the history department (she's my old APUSH and APGov teacher), and countless other employees, so I think I may have an 'in' with them. Not to mention they could use me as a poster child of a success story for their school system. I'm actually very excited about this prospect. After student teaching I realized that I actually could teach and that I was, you know, relatively good at it. I just hope that things work out. It would be nice to have a job lined up before graduation.
So, once again, here's to new beginnings, but also to the return of things once known. If things have lined up so that I get a job in King William and don't have to pay housing for a year or two then, hey, I'm fine with that. At least for a little while.
My Spring Break is coming to a close. It's gone by fast with the 'help' of Sims 3. My characters are at the top level in their respective fields (Symphonic music and Athletics) and I am pleased with their overall progress in life. If only things were so easy. If I only had to worry about eating (and not catching the house on fire while cooking), going to the bathroom, gaining skills by watching TV, occasionally talking to someone else, and going to work on time then I'm sure that things would be much better. But since I don't live in the Sim world, I don't get that simplified version of life. Which brings me to what else I did over Spring Break.
I applied for a job at King William High School.
Had you asked me when I first started education school if I would ever return to my home county, I would have replied with a definite "never." But as job desperation creeps in and graduation races towards me, King William started to look like an ever more viable option. When I got home and read in the local paper that one of the history teachers was leaving to get a coaching job in Pennsylvania, I decided that there was an opportunity to get into the system and try for a job. Luckily for me I know the head of Human Resources (she's my old principal), the head of the history department (she's my old APUSH and APGov teacher), and countless other employees, so I think I may have an 'in' with them. Not to mention they could use me as a poster child of a success story for their school system. I'm actually very excited about this prospect. After student teaching I realized that I actually could teach and that I was, you know, relatively good at it. I just hope that things work out. It would be nice to have a job lined up before graduation.
So, once again, here's to new beginnings, but also to the return of things once known. If things have lined up so that I get a job in King William and don't have to pay housing for a year or two then, hey, I'm fine with that. At least for a little while.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
And the job search Begins
I won't apologize for my recent lack of posts, even though it's totally been my fault. I've thought about posting on here quite a few times, but never got the motivation to do it. So here I go I guess. I had actually decided to start writing a new short story this semester and even wrote the first few pages of it, but it sounded waaaayyy too depressing so I canned it after only writing those pages. I don't know, maybe I'll pick back up with it. I do feel a strong urge to create something written..which is why I guess I'm back on here on this rainy night.
It's Spring Break and I'm sitting alone in the living room of my parent's house. Everybody else has gone to bed already and, although I'm a bit tired, I've still got a few hours to go before I go to sleep. I'll probably even drive over to the shop in a bit to print out a copy of my resume (I don't know which way the accents go in that word so I'm just going to leave them out). I'm going to talk to KWCPS tomorrow to see if I can possibly apply for a job there. I read in the Tidewater Review that the head football coach (who is also a history teacher) is leaving this year. So, technically, there should be an opportunity for me to get a job there. I hope with my background in King William could help propel me above other candidates. I don't know. I just need a job. And I'm sure I could suffer through more time at KWHS. Again..
On a side note (and this was actually going to be a separate post originally) I went to the Ra Ra Riot concert in Charlottesville with Matt on Friday night. I really like how the crowds at concerts have this mix of total cacophony and pure choreography. As the headlining band was playing their last song everybody downstairs (I was upstairs) started clapping to the rhythm of the song with their hands above their heads and from my view it was totally amazing to see this whole mass of people looking so in-sync with one another at that moment. Afterwards they went back to yelling and clapping and talking as individuals, not one person doing the exact same action as another like they just were. I thought that was cool.
It's Spring Break and I'm sitting alone in the living room of my parent's house. Everybody else has gone to bed already and, although I'm a bit tired, I've still got a few hours to go before I go to sleep. I'll probably even drive over to the shop in a bit to print out a copy of my resume (I don't know which way the accents go in that word so I'm just going to leave them out). I'm going to talk to KWCPS tomorrow to see if I can possibly apply for a job there. I read in the Tidewater Review that the head football coach (who is also a history teacher) is leaving this year. So, technically, there should be an opportunity for me to get a job there. I hope with my background in King William could help propel me above other candidates. I don't know. I just need a job. And I'm sure I could suffer through more time at KWHS. Again..
On a side note (and this was actually going to be a separate post originally) I went to the Ra Ra Riot concert in Charlottesville with Matt on Friday night. I really like how the crowds at concerts have this mix of total cacophony and pure choreography. As the headlining band was playing their last song everybody downstairs (I was upstairs) started clapping to the rhythm of the song with their hands above their heads and from my view it was totally amazing to see this whole mass of people looking so in-sync with one another at that moment. Afterwards they went back to yelling and clapping and talking as individuals, not one person doing the exact same action as another like they just were. I thought that was cool.
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