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lizbeeThe doctor gave me a medical certificate covering me until Friday, and a slip to get my ankle X-rayed if it's no better by Monday.
"It looks like a very bad sprain," he said, "but there might be a hairline fracture that's disguised by the swelling."
WELL, THANKS, DOC.
Though seriously, I am familiar with the ways of sprains, and that's what this feels like to me. On his recommendation I rented some crutches, but the only kind they had in my size were elbow crutches, which put a lot of strain on my hands. So mostly I'm sitting in my armchair with my foot propped up on my desk chair (currently being iced again, because the swelling isn't going down at all) with my laptop in my lap and my desktop set up to watch TV if I'm in the mood. And my quilting and my ebook reader are by my side. Oh, and my sketchbook. Boredom is not really a factor at the moment.
Two extra days off work would be a great opportunity to work on my Avatar Big Bang, especially since there was unexpected kissing in the last bit I wrote, but this kind of physical discomfort doesn't really lend itself to writing. A summary of where I'm at:
Azula: "Kissing you is not the worst thing I've ever done, but I'm not touching you again until you've bathed."
Toph: "You are such a princess."
Azula: "...that's kind of a sore spot. I'll set you on fire as soon as I'm over this endorphin rush."
Incidentally, because everything I suffer these days is essentially self-inflicted, that rash I was complaining of the other day? Yeah, if you're lactose intolerant, you shouldn't eat ice cream. I JUST FORGOT, OKAY? I mean, it was so long since I had ice cream, I just didn't quite make the connection. So I have high-strength antihistamines and some hydrocortisone cream, which has taken out the itch, but I still have bright red patches on my cheeks. GOOD TIMES.
"It looks like a very bad sprain," he said, "but there might be a hairline fracture that's disguised by the swelling."
WELL, THANKS, DOC.
Though seriously, I am familiar with the ways of sprains, and that's what this feels like to me. On his recommendation I rented some crutches, but the only kind they had in my size were elbow crutches, which put a lot of strain on my hands. So mostly I'm sitting in my armchair with my foot propped up on my desk chair (currently being iced again, because the swelling isn't going down at all) with my laptop in my lap and my desktop set up to watch TV if I'm in the mood. And my quilting and my ebook reader are by my side. Oh, and my sketchbook. Boredom is not really a factor at the moment.
Two extra days off work would be a great opportunity to work on my Avatar Big Bang, especially since there was unexpected kissing in the last bit I wrote, but this kind of physical discomfort doesn't really lend itself to writing. A summary of where I'm at:
Azula: "Kissing you is not the worst thing I've ever done, but I'm not touching you again until you've bathed."
Toph: "You are such a princess."
Azula: "...that's kind of a sore spot. I'll set you on fire as soon as I'm over this endorphin rush."
Incidentally, because everything I suffer these days is essentially self-inflicted, that rash I was complaining of the other day? Yeah, if you're lactose intolerant, you shouldn't eat ice cream. I JUST FORGOT, OKAY? I mean, it was so long since I had ice cream, I just didn't quite make the connection. So I have high-strength antihistamines and some hydrocortisone cream, which has taken out the itch, but I still have bright red patches on my cheeks. GOOD TIMES.
