I am so bored off my ass it isn't even funny.I'm not used to asking for help for things but here goes.
I saw the doctor yesterday morning and handed him my x-rays. And he says, as follows, "You neither fractured or broke it, but you did a hell of a job spraining it. Congratulations."
He went on to explain that the basketball game was the initial injury and that all the walking I did in the weeks to follow helped to re-injure it. So he wrapped my foot in this white plaster wrap (wasn't gooey, it was just white fabric with this wet stuff on it) and then wrapped THAT in this purple adhesive ace bandage.
My foot is elevated - in all it's purple splendor on a chair - and I keep feeling this piercing pain shoot up through where I sprained it. Not fun. Very not fun. And there's nobody home but me.
I can't go to work, which sucks because I want to be active and play with the kids. I don't hate them so much as I say, just one or two of them. I was supposed to get paid today but by some grace of God, my mother brought home my paycheck yesterday. $271 for one and a half weeks of work. Not too bad. I'm happy for it. I need it. I just wish I could drive myself to the bank and get it fixed. But until this coming Tuesday at 3pm, that's impossible. That's when I get to see my foot. If you wanna know exactly where the pain is, it's centered on that upper area of your foot where you have hair growing and it shoots up to where the hair on your leg starts sprouting. But, as Laura said to me just now, at least it's not Pink. She's right.
The phone rang for me last night at around 7pm. It was Tony. He wanted me to help downtown at the parade this Sunday. I thought it was a joke of course, considering he's now a reader of this glorious diary. So, he was shocked to hear that I was in a cast. He asked what I was up to and then came over about an hour later. After hi-jacking my crutches we hung out in my room listening to his new CDs and drinking the Shirley Temples I'd made (which made me run out of Grenadine - fuck). And I gave him a hand massage (I'm great at massages) with this thermal shit I'd bought at bath and body works two months ago when I knew Adrien was coming up for the wedding. After the massage, Tony starts scratching his hands. He made this joke about how I always give him a rash when he comes over my house, and for once, I didn't seriously make anything more out of it than it was. Don't get me wrong, I came back with a one liner but then it was over. And it's over because it's over. Nice to say that. No offense, Tony but I'm glad. Misunderstanding and expecting too much from you was fun for a while, but like anything done in repetition, it got tedious. Good luck working things out with Cindy and remember what I said.
I'm not used to asking for help to go downstairs to the bathroom. I'm not used to asking someone if they could stay home just a little while longer so I can shower. I hate that I can't get up and answer the phone when the portable is lost. I hate that Jobey, my cat, is outside on our porch since I can't run to pick him up or see if he runs downstairs to possibly spray the hallway. I hate that I've been so independent and into getting everything for myself BY myself that even my parents aren't used to hearing me say "Can you help me?" This is not easy. I'm glad I didn't break it. If I was AJ I'd be going nuts right now.
Not that I haven't taken the opportunity to vent about this. There's a reason that yesterday was the first day in a long while that I didn't put in a new entry. I didn't go online until nearly 6pm. I had spent the day reading Good Omens and watching Disney's The Kid and crying when my garlic alfredo shells overboiled in the microwave and nobody was home to help me hobble over to the sink, find a towel, wash things up and hold me while I cried on the floor. All the while, being careful not to bend my foot.
I'm hungry. And there's no one here to make me a sandwich. I'm such a lazy ass. But on the bright side, this new computer my dad just bought has burning capabilities. I think I've found a distraction from the pain.
