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thedarksiren2I don't think he meant me, but it made me happy to type it anyway. And isn't that the point of this life-thang? To find joy in as many ways as possible until we die smiling and stinky?
~8)
Well, I (thought I) was winning this war, but I have been wounded it seems. Sunday was me very sore from the workout Saturday and running around Pittsburgh and driving forever on snowy roads...yeah, my body was achy. I was OK though, just kinda sore.
Monday...more sore, exhausted, blah blah blah. Worked out at Bally's for about 40 mnutes. It was good, and I slept like a log.
Tuesday -- I got into a shovel-vs-2" ice at Howe House, and after about an hour and a half of shoveling and slamming and salting, I won. My shoulders, on the other hand, were NOT happy, nor was my ankle (I think I mentioned I sprained it last weekend. If not, well, there it is.) Oh, and it was an even better night because we were short-staffed, and the manager tried having a heart-attack, and the other supervisor is quitting, and I did all kinds of active treatment, showers, etc. It was all the parts of the job that keep it interesting and make the night go by much more quickly. I had fun for the most part, and realized how much I miss being on the floor instead of the office. I like getting my hands dirty, feeling like I have earned my dollar, you know?
Later that night, I was walking down the ice-rink AKA driveway to my car when I felt my foot begin to slip. I tried to catch it, but the ankle twisted again, and the shoe pinched an area where I am suffering from a growth of some sort. I believe it's just a harmless Ganglian (sp?) cyst, but it may be a calcium deposit or something weird like that. No matter...no insurance, no doing anything but grinning and bearing it. Of course, after this slip, I was doing anything but grinning and bearing it, lemme tell ya.
So grumbling, tired, hurt, drive home in cold and more ice on the roads...my bed was purely blissful.
Today, oh, today. Today today today.
*sigh*
School is breaking my spirit a bit. I have come to the brutal truth that I slip through the cracks far more often than not. Of course, when I do not realize it's a crack, nor that I am merely slipping through, I cannot fix it myself until after the fact. Thus, I was informed that I had slipped about a week ago, and asked to re-take a course. No, I did not fail it, but in fact got a high B in it. My professor just thinks I need to apply the information more if I am to retain it.
Ahh, the retention of the Inhabitants of Dawndom. HA! yeah, that story is always haunting and daunting and everything that is purely a nuisance in my life. No regrets, but damn if I wouldn't mind changing the plot a bit now that I can see the outcome.
Anyway, I took my first test in the class she suggested I drop to audit the previous one. No, I didn't listen to her, mostly because I do not have enough money to add another class and drop this one. It's a shame they don't just do a trade-off for things like this...it would make my life easier.
But the test...I struggled, considerably. I didn't finish for all kinds of reasons I won't go into here, but I suppose it will be the determining factor as to whether or not I swallow my pride and follow Kira's advice.
I survived the day, a little more sad for both the test issue as well as for my voice teacher's absence. She is preggers, and due in a little more than two weeks. So for the next 8 weeks I will be working with a woman named Lara. This is good for many reasons, honestly. A new perspective is always good, particularly when you have an audition coming up. Also though, she is a piano player! YAY! Janine is a talented singer and teacher, but her piano playing is just a bit better than my own, and I only fondle the instrument!
Some luck fell upon me when a man was nice enough to trade me change for a quarter, thus saving my gimped arse from hobbling back inside Tri-C for change. Left, hunted for tennis shoes (yes, I found some, and they are more for function than aesthetics, so bugger off about fashion, you whores!~;) Just kidding...feeling rotten, heh)
Went to pick up![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sharpshinyclaws from her folk's house. She came out from around back, so i started down teh front porch steps. Then the snow played tricks on my eyes, or maybe the stairs were just covered, who knows...I missed the last step, catching myself with, you guessed it, the right leg. The muscles were still a bit tired from the workouts earlier in the week, not to mention the sprained ankle and throbbing cyst...I all but collapsed, but decided to react and seemed to over-extend some friggin' huge muscle in my right leg, starting at the top-front of my thigh, travelling down the inside of the knee and finishing in the back of my calve. I yelped, loudly, and stood there, hanging on to the banister for a moment trying to gain composure.
I haven't had muscular pain like this since I slipped two discs in my back ten years ago. I mean, it reeeeally hurts, especially when I am walking up and down stairs. We went to Bally's anyway, only to find that neither of our trainers were there, despite our scheduling with them. And the other trainers were not helpful at all. Sosharpshinyclaws used some of the treadmills and bikes while I worked on my upper-body, frustrated that I was unable to work on all of me.
After about forty-five minutes, we both lost our gumption and left.
I got home and climbed the stairs left foot first every step. My right leg was just super-painful, andwraptboy accepted my angst with his usual grace and kindness, listening to my frustration and watching the tears of anger fall from my face at my injury.
Not even a week into the working out and I am hurt. And it's not even from working out, which I guess is the good thing. But damn if this just doesn't kill me, both physically as well as emotionally. I have been proud of myself, incredibly motivated and wanting to work at this as much as I am able to. Now though, I'm not as able, and who knows for how long? I cannot see a doctor about it because I do not have the health insurance, and even if I did, they'd just give me pain meds and tell me to stay off of it. That won't happen, regardless of a doctor's recommendation. I have to walk and use my legs, particularly with concern for school. I swear I walk at least two miles a day going to Tri-C. Work will be a little easier, but I had just thought I might try to be on the floor more....
Amy called me from VA, and she reminded me that I am doing a great job, and she said she is proud of me. She has seen me at both my most fit (120 lbs) and my worst (250), and she has seen the struggle I have fought with this body for the better part of 15 years, so I take that as a huge compliment from her. Not to say others' compliments aren't as valued...they are ALL valued. Just stating circumstances here.~8)
Anyway, after letting the tears flow, eating some chicken-noodly soup and talking with two of my favorite people in the world, my night is far more calm. I am still in pain, but after an ice pack and some pain meds, I am a little better. Tomorrow morning will be me up super-early so I can stretch and make sure my body is warmed-up for the day. I hope it works...I cannot afford to miss any work or school right now. It's just not an option at all.
~8)
Well, I (thought I) was winning this war, but I have been wounded it seems. Sunday was me very sore from the workout Saturday and running around Pittsburgh and driving forever on snowy roads...yeah, my body was achy. I was OK though, just kinda sore.
Monday...more sore, exhausted, blah blah blah. Worked out at Bally's for about 40 mnutes. It was good, and I slept like a log.
Tuesday -- I got into a shovel-vs-2" ice at Howe House, and after about an hour and a half of shoveling and slamming and salting, I won. My shoulders, on the other hand, were NOT happy, nor was my ankle (I think I mentioned I sprained it last weekend. If not, well, there it is.) Oh, and it was an even better night because we were short-staffed, and the manager tried having a heart-attack, and the other supervisor is quitting, and I did all kinds of active treatment, showers, etc. It was all the parts of the job that keep it interesting and make the night go by much more quickly. I had fun for the most part, and realized how much I miss being on the floor instead of the office. I like getting my hands dirty, feeling like I have earned my dollar, you know?
Later that night, I was walking down the ice-rink AKA driveway to my car when I felt my foot begin to slip. I tried to catch it, but the ankle twisted again, and the shoe pinched an area where I am suffering from a growth of some sort. I believe it's just a harmless Ganglian (sp?) cyst, but it may be a calcium deposit or something weird like that. No matter...no insurance, no doing anything but grinning and bearing it. Of course, after this slip, I was doing anything but grinning and bearing it, lemme tell ya.
So grumbling, tired, hurt, drive home in cold and more ice on the roads...my bed was purely blissful.
Today, oh, today. Today today today.
*sigh*
School is breaking my spirit a bit. I have come to the brutal truth that I slip through the cracks far more often than not. Of course, when I do not realize it's a crack, nor that I am merely slipping through, I cannot fix it myself until after the fact. Thus, I was informed that I had slipped about a week ago, and asked to re-take a course. No, I did not fail it, but in fact got a high B in it. My professor just thinks I need to apply the information more if I am to retain it.
Ahh, the retention of the Inhabitants of Dawndom. HA! yeah, that story is always haunting and daunting and everything that is purely a nuisance in my life. No regrets, but damn if I wouldn't mind changing the plot a bit now that I can see the outcome.
Anyway, I took my first test in the class she suggested I drop to audit the previous one. No, I didn't listen to her, mostly because I do not have enough money to add another class and drop this one. It's a shame they don't just do a trade-off for things like this...it would make my life easier.
But the test...I struggled, considerably. I didn't finish for all kinds of reasons I won't go into here, but I suppose it will be the determining factor as to whether or not I swallow my pride and follow Kira's advice.
I survived the day, a little more sad for both the test issue as well as for my voice teacher's absence. She is preggers, and due in a little more than two weeks. So for the next 8 weeks I will be working with a woman named Lara. This is good for many reasons, honestly. A new perspective is always good, particularly when you have an audition coming up. Also though, she is a piano player! YAY! Janine is a talented singer and teacher, but her piano playing is just a bit better than my own, and I only fondle the instrument!
Some luck fell upon me when a man was nice enough to trade me change for a quarter, thus saving my gimped arse from hobbling back inside Tri-C for change. Left, hunted for tennis shoes (yes, I found some, and they are more for function than aesthetics, so bugger off about fashion, you whores!~;) Just kidding...feeling rotten, heh)
Went to pick up
sharpshinyclaws from her folk's house. She came out from around back, so i started down teh front porch steps. Then the snow played tricks on my eyes, or maybe the stairs were just covered, who knows...I missed the last step, catching myself with, you guessed it, the right leg. The muscles were still a bit tired from the workouts earlier in the week, not to mention the sprained ankle and throbbing cyst...I all but collapsed, but decided to react and seemed to over-extend some friggin' huge muscle in my right leg, starting at the top-front of my thigh, travelling down the inside of the knee and finishing in the back of my calve. I yelped, loudly, and stood there, hanging on to the banister for a moment trying to gain composure. I haven't had muscular pain like this since I slipped two discs in my back ten years ago. I mean, it reeeeally hurts, especially when I am walking up and down stairs. We went to Bally's anyway, only to find that neither of our trainers were there, despite our scheduling with them. And the other trainers were not helpful at all. So
sharpshinyclaws used some of the treadmills and bikes while I worked on my upper-body, frustrated that I was unable to work on all of me. After about forty-five minutes, we both lost our gumption and left.
I got home and climbed the stairs left foot first every step. My right leg was just super-painful, and
wraptboy accepted my angst with his usual grace and kindness, listening to my frustration and watching the tears of anger fall from my face at my injury. Not even a week into the working out and I am hurt. And it's not even from working out, which I guess is the good thing. But damn if this just doesn't kill me, both physically as well as emotionally. I have been proud of myself, incredibly motivated and wanting to work at this as much as I am able to. Now though, I'm not as able, and who knows for how long? I cannot see a doctor about it because I do not have the health insurance, and even if I did, they'd just give me pain meds and tell me to stay off of it. That won't happen, regardless of a doctor's recommendation. I have to walk and use my legs, particularly with concern for school. I swear I walk at least two miles a day going to Tri-C. Work will be a little easier, but I had just thought I might try to be on the floor more....
Amy called me from VA, and she reminded me that I am doing a great job, and she said she is proud of me. She has seen me at both my most fit (120 lbs) and my worst (250), and she has seen the struggle I have fought with this body for the better part of 15 years, so I take that as a huge compliment from her. Not to say others' compliments aren't as valued...they are ALL valued. Just stating circumstances here.~8)
Anyway, after letting the tears flow, eating some chicken-noodly soup and talking with two of my favorite people in the world, my night is far more calm. I am still in pain, but after an ice pack and some pain meds, I am a little better. Tomorrow morning will be me up super-early so I can stretch and make sure my body is warmed-up for the day. I hope it works...I cannot afford to miss any work or school right now. It's just not an option at all.
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Date: 2004-01-29 04:54 am (UTC)Lovey dovey hand inside a ripped glovey
Date: 2004-01-29 05:55 am (UTC)Chin up girl! And don't pay attention to me writing on your leg * Giggle Snarf*
Re: Lovey dovey hand inside a ripped glovey
Date: 2004-01-31 01:05 pm (UTC)~8)
Thanks sweetie.
Oh, and I don't mind the leg-writing so long as you don't mind the wiggling.~;D
Re: Lovey dovey hand inside a ripped glovey
Date: 2004-02-02 05:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-29 09:00 am (UTC)Two, the parking lot machines at Tri-C take other coins besides quarters. I found this out about half way through my second semester when I tried to get change from someone and they were like "why?" And I was like "cause" and they were "no". Honest.
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Date: 2004-01-31 01:07 pm (UTC)Also, I checked into this varied-coin business...you're right. Everything except pennies. So, this day I would have needed assistance from someone anyway because at least 10 cents were pennies. LOL
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Date: 2004-01-29 09:11 am (UTC)