Friday, March 21, 2008
I guess you can just call me grandma...
Saw the doc yesterday for my 5 month check on the dear old right hip. He said it shouldn't be feeling as good as it does which is absolutely fantastic--apparently people usually still have issues just leading "normal" lives until they're at least 6 months out, and I'm dancing on it now without a problem. Woohoo! Other fantastic (this time used in the sarcastic sense) news from the visit includes that I probably have a labral tear chillaxin' over in the left hip which explains why its been all lovely and crunchy lately. I have the pleasure of getting that MRI'ed and injected in two weeks...April 4th...at 8:30 in the morning! great fun! especially because I get to brave the MTA Maryland system out to suburbian hell again. I thought I was done doing that when I quit going to PT...hmmm. Nobody would feel like driving me to Pikesville then, would they? I'd bake you cookies....
Monday, March 10, 2008
Seriously...
Right now, we're 3 for 3 in terms on fire alarms. Had one this morning at 8am--went off right as I stepped out of the shower. Part of me was really hoping that it was just a really loud alarm clock. It wasn't. Some asshat probably was on their way out and pulled the thing. Seriously, we're college students and I'm highly doubtful that you were drunk at 8am on a Monday morning--grow the fuck up. So I arrived at my 8:30 class highly disheveled and with frozen hair. Just the way I like to start off my week... at least all dance classes were canceled today because there are scholarship auditions for incoming freshmen--means I'm done for the day as of 10:30 this morning. Just have to go to work this afternoon. Playing with 1st graders; a good time is bound to ensue.
Oh yes, and it's still a winter wonderland out in my hallway....
Oh yes, and it's still a winter wonderland out in my hallway....
Sunday, March 9, 2008
I wish I could make this stuff up
The events of this weekend have directly influenced the creation of this blog. I couldn't make this shit up if I tried. My roommate and I decided we should write a novel...I suppose a blog is a close second.
I should probably preface all of this with a bit of an introduction. I'm a freshman in college, studying dance and biology with a pre-med concentration. Originally from Boston, now in school in Baltimore. All this dorm stuff is old hat to me, I went away to boarding school when I was 14. Not really sure where "home" is any more. I've had hip surgery twice over the past two years, a third may or may not be on the horizon for this summer. We'll focus on one oddity a week for now--this week's will be the hip surgery, next week perhaps the boarding school thing, and the following my choice of majors. Or maybe not.
Yes, I'm fully aware that most 19 year olds haven't had multiple hip surgeries. I'm just extra cool and special like that I suppose. Two years ago, back when I was a silly and naive newly turned 17 year old, I was dumb enough to believe the idiot of a dance teacher that told me doing a straddle leap within the first 10 minutes of class was a good idea--I landed, my leg twisted in, and I felt something crunch in my right hip. After being tossed around by a couple of docs (including being put on crutches "just to see"), I got one to agree to MRI the thing and was informed I had a labral tear. Fun stuff. That doc also agreed to do arthroscopic surgery to, as far as I knew at the time, fix it. 18 months later, something was up. Went back, he MRI'ed it and I had another tear. Fantastic because I hadn't done anything out of the ordinary (ok, so I suppose dancing 40 hours a week isn't exactly normal, but we've already established that I'm not all that normal either). He told me that I was crazy, there was nothing wrong--umm, hello, I could see the tear on the MRI myself and I haven't even gone to med school yet. So I walked out of his office. Yada yada yada. Finally, in August, after have more x-rays than most people get in a lifetime, a cortisone injection, a CT scan, and spending more hours in PT and in my ortho's office than I spent at my job, we discovered that my femoral head took after myself in terms of not being totally normal (see, I tell you, being normal is overrated! Even my bones aren't normal!). So I had another arthroscopic surgery to fix that (mine's figure B) and the new labral tear in October. Got to spend a month crutching around a college campus and into suburbian hell for PT. They let me loose to do whatever I pleased again on January 17th and started letting me jump again on Valentine's Day (aww, isn't that sweet...). Now we've got some problemos over in Mr. Left hip, but je ne sais pas what's up with that. Probably the same thing which is just superb. I've always wanted old lady hips! (some kid, during my month of crutching joy, asked what the crutches were for. When he heard it was because I had hip surgery, his response was none other than "oh, my grandma had that"...). Enough about that. You'll probably hear more about it later.
So this weekend. Yea.
Friday was rather uneventful. The fuse blew in half our room again (we weren't even using the hairdryer this time!) but they fixed it and life went on. Then I thought my roommate might have been killed by an armed robber on the loose when she didn't come back until midnight, but she was just in the library.
Saturday rudely interrupted my sleep pattern at 2am when for some reason (probably a hippy smoking a hooka in their room) the fire alarm went off. Did I mention it was cold and windy outside? No, well, it was. Fine enough, got back to sleep around 2:30am. 8:30am rolled around and my alarm clock awoke me for work. It was pouring rain and this was unbeknownest to me until I was sprinting out of my dorm to get to work on time. So I looked like a drowned puppy. Got back from work and we discovered that our suite was on the last roll of toilet paper so the roommate and I ventured out to Target (in the windy wetness) to get some. All is well aside from the overwhelming number of choices for toilet paper. I believe we went with Scott. We make our return to find that the back gate of campus is closed and locked because it is now after dark. Rather than walk the extra mile to the front gate, we hop the fence. This is not an easy task while wearing rain gear and carrying lots of bags. In the process, my roommate rips her pants and we (only slightly) break the fence. We trek through the woods with the promise of a warm dorm room on the other side. Roommate gets taken out by a down tree--lands in the mud. At this point, we decide we should write a novel. Get back to the room and head off to watch some African films for one of my roommate's classes. We almost get blown away on the walk there. And find that one of the windows has been blown out. We survive and, after some trouble with the remotes, even watch the DVD! We decided that, if the day had been made into a Facebook album, it'd be titled "The Adventures of Gimpy and Split Pants Girl".
Sunday...oh, Sunday. So. Fire alarm went off at 4am. We were fucking pissed. Then we opened the door to the hallway and were overwhelmed with white powdery smoke. Some drunk asshats decided to empty 6 fire extinguishers in our hall. Fantastic. They've "cleaned" it up, but it still is like a freaking winter wonderland out in the hall. Oh how I love college.
I should probably preface all of this with a bit of an introduction. I'm a freshman in college, studying dance and biology with a pre-med concentration. Originally from Boston, now in school in Baltimore. All this dorm stuff is old hat to me, I went away to boarding school when I was 14. Not really sure where "home" is any more. I've had hip surgery twice over the past two years, a third may or may not be on the horizon for this summer. We'll focus on one oddity a week for now--this week's will be the hip surgery, next week perhaps the boarding school thing, and the following my choice of majors. Or maybe not.
Yes, I'm fully aware that most 19 year olds haven't had multiple hip surgeries. I'm just extra cool and special like that I suppose. Two years ago, back when I was a silly and naive newly turned 17 year old, I was dumb enough to believe the idiot of a dance teacher that told me doing a straddle leap within the first 10 minutes of class was a good idea--I landed, my leg twisted in, and I felt something crunch in my right hip. After being tossed around by a couple of docs (including being put on crutches "just to see"), I got one to agree to MRI the thing and was informed I had a labral tear. Fun stuff. That doc also agreed to do arthroscopic surgery to, as far as I knew at the time, fix it. 18 months later, something was up. Went back, he MRI'ed it and I had another tear. Fantastic because I hadn't done anything out of the ordinary (ok, so I suppose dancing 40 hours a week isn't exactly normal, but we've already established that I'm not all that normal either). He told me that I was crazy, there was nothing wrong--umm, hello, I could see the tear on the MRI myself and I haven't even gone to med school yet. So I walked out of his office. Yada yada yada. Finally, in August, after have more x-rays than most people get in a lifetime, a cortisone injection, a CT scan, and spending more hours in PT and in my ortho's office than I spent at my job, we discovered that my femoral head took after myself in terms of not being totally normal (see, I tell you, being normal is overrated! Even my bones aren't normal!). So I had another arthroscopic surgery to fix that (mine's figure B) and the new labral tear in October. Got to spend a month crutching around a college campus and into suburbian hell for PT. They let me loose to do whatever I pleased again on January 17th and started letting me jump again on Valentine's Day (aww, isn't that sweet...). Now we've got some problemos over in Mr. Left hip, but je ne sais pas what's up with that. Probably the same thing which is just superb. I've always wanted old lady hips! (some kid, during my month of crutching joy, asked what the crutches were for. When he heard it was because I had hip surgery, his response was none other than "oh, my grandma had that"...). Enough about that. You'll probably hear more about it later.
So this weekend. Yea.
Friday was rather uneventful. The fuse blew in half our room again (we weren't even using the hairdryer this time!) but they fixed it and life went on. Then I thought my roommate might have been killed by an armed robber on the loose when she didn't come back until midnight, but she was just in the library.
Saturday rudely interrupted my sleep pattern at 2am when for some reason (probably a hippy smoking a hooka in their room) the fire alarm went off. Did I mention it was cold and windy outside? No, well, it was. Fine enough, got back to sleep around 2:30am. 8:30am rolled around and my alarm clock awoke me for work. It was pouring rain and this was unbeknownest to me until I was sprinting out of my dorm to get to work on time. So I looked like a drowned puppy. Got back from work and we discovered that our suite was on the last roll of toilet paper so the roommate and I ventured out to Target (in the windy wetness) to get some. All is well aside from the overwhelming number of choices for toilet paper. I believe we went with Scott. We make our return to find that the back gate of campus is closed and locked because it is now after dark. Rather than walk the extra mile to the front gate, we hop the fence. This is not an easy task while wearing rain gear and carrying lots of bags. In the process, my roommate rips her pants and we (only slightly) break the fence. We trek through the woods with the promise of a warm dorm room on the other side. Roommate gets taken out by a down tree--lands in the mud. At this point, we decide we should write a novel. Get back to the room and head off to watch some African films for one of my roommate's classes. We almost get blown away on the walk there. And find that one of the windows has been blown out. We survive and, after some trouble with the remotes, even watch the DVD! We decided that, if the day had been made into a Facebook album, it'd be titled "The Adventures of Gimpy and Split Pants Girl".
Sunday...oh, Sunday. So. Fire alarm went off at 4am. We were fucking pissed. Then we opened the door to the hallway and were overwhelmed with white powdery smoke. Some drunk asshats decided to empty 6 fire extinguishers in our hall. Fantastic. They've "cleaned" it up, but it still is like a freaking winter wonderland out in the hall. Oh how I love college.
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