Thursday, August 7, 2008

My post-surgery spot on the couch is already warm

You'd really think that, with all the time I've spent on the couch in the past week that I'd have had the surgery already. But you'd be wrong. I'm still waiting.

Almost 3 weeks ago, one of our kitties got hit by a car and was killed. After spending a couple of days trying to find a new cuddle buddy in our other cat and finding myself just getting beaten up, I decided to get a kitten. So two weeks ago tomorrow, I adopted little Abby. Not even a week after getting her, she had to have surgery to remove an assortment of things from her belly--apparently she's part lab. While she's recuperating, she's not allowed out of the play pen we've got set up for her...except she's a little attention whore and hates being alone (she's currently asleep on my belly) so someone has to be with her at all times. Dad is at work, Brother #1 is away, and Mom and Brother #2 are on vacation. That leaves me to have Abby duty all day. We're bffls now. Thank God for Netflix and wireless internet.

Still next in line on the surgery list. ahewamnfajsdbchwe. I'm supposed to go back to school in 3 weeks and I have no idea what I'm going to do. I'm currently still enrolled in 10.5 credits worth of dance classes and I know that's not going to work out so well. Whateva, Whateva I'll do what I want. But it's looking more and more like I'll be using that Sept. 2nd scope date and missing the first week of classes. But I run with 12 gangs and we only commit hate crimes so, whateva, whateva, I'll do what I want.


I think I managed to make whatever tear I've got a bit bigger last night in class. Either that or I managed to just really jam the impingement into what tear was already there. I felt the all too familiar grabbing pinch in the joint when I landed from a saut de chat. My weight was too far forward in an attempt to get my back leg up and land quietly--forgetting of course that I would be landing on my left leg. But hey, at least I landed quietly despite the cow bells of pointe shoes I was wearing last night. Same feeling from the spring when I landed really hard on my knee on my way down sliding to the floor out of a tour en l'air for my modern practicum. And the same feeling (though not nearly as bad) as when I first screwed up my right hip--coming out of a tombe coupe jete when my body kept turning but my legs didn't and SNAP.

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