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batskeetsSo, I sprained my ankle last Saturday. I was able to walk on it easily shortly after, and my teammate who is a Real Doctor checked it over and said that there didn't appear to be broken bones. But, it is clearly Not Okay in at least some small way.
I managed to almost make it an entire week without freaking out about getting fat because I can't exercise. Being a former fat kid is *awesome*.
And really, that was just the bottom layer of the shit-frosted cake that has been this entire, stupid week. Shit-frosted cake seems like a good metaphor, too--there's been a solid layer of good stuff in the midst of the bad, and you could *probably* eat around the poop frosting if you had to, but most of us can't quite bring ourselves to make the effort. :p
So, yeah, it's been a week of unexpected schedule hiccups, incredible lack of sleep, people opening their big mouths when they shouldn't, last-minute changes, with a 3-day course of antibiotics as a chaser. It was enough to make me break down and eat the comfort food that I usually only consume when I'm bedridden with Teh Sick: mac 'n' cheese from a box.
I have one more potentially unpleasant hurdle to clear before this week is over, but at least I can get semi-drunk while I do that.
Keep on keepin' on, mates.
I managed to almost make it an entire week without freaking out about getting fat because I can't exercise. Being a former fat kid is *awesome*.
And really, that was just the bottom layer of the shit-frosted cake that has been this entire, stupid week. Shit-frosted cake seems like a good metaphor, too--there's been a solid layer of good stuff in the midst of the bad, and you could *probably* eat around the poop frosting if you had to, but most of us can't quite bring ourselves to make the effort. :p
So, yeah, it's been a week of unexpected schedule hiccups, incredible lack of sleep, people opening their big mouths when they shouldn't, last-minute changes, with a 3-day course of antibiotics as a chaser. It was enough to make me break down and eat the comfort food that I usually only consume when I'm bedridden with Teh Sick: mac 'n' cheese from a box.
I have one more potentially unpleasant hurdle to clear before this week is over, but at least I can get semi-drunk while I do that.
Keep on keepin' on, mates.
