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Wow… That’s Some Mighty Good Bruising.

I don’t know why I have such a fascination with my body’s repair mechanisms… but man, is my foot changing colors. I thought I would give a report on how I’m doing foot wise… I finally have feeling back in it, and I’m not limping anymore.. but I’m still stuck with this stupid brace, at least the girls think its cool that I have to wear it (Of course I told them I was saving little cute helpless puppies from a burning building.) Because I saved those puppies this is what my foot is looking like right now…

Cool, huh? After this I don’t think Patrick is going to let me use his camera anymore… Frankly I don’t blame him. I swear, if I didn’t know those were my feet, I would think that whom ever owned those feet forgot that they owed the mafia some money.Well tonight should be fun, I offered to work the first day of Thanksgiving break, so the residents who are not going home for Thanksgiving, and I are going out tonight for dinner, then hopefully enjoy a night of movies on the huge big screen in the basement. I’m looking forward to it. Then in the morning I hand off the pager to the next set of RAs and I head home for breakfast and the rest of the weekend… hopefully I don’t have to deal with any conduct situations at home, but I hear Meagan has been really loud in the halls during quiet hours, so I may have to write her up.

 

 

I don’t think my ankle is suppose to bend that way.

Well of course, I can’t go a week without breaking a part of my body, so to remain consistent, I took it upon myself to sprain my ankle. I’ll start of with the story: I was walking down my hallway, intending to go down stairs, but when I opened the back stairwell door, I cloud of dust was so thick I couldn’t see 3 feet in front of me; I then ran to my phone and called campus security, and they told me to pull the fire alarm. This was the first time I ever got to pull a fire alarm, it was kind of exhilarating. At this point all fire alarms in the complex are going off, and my guys are clearing out of the hall and I’m behind them, we come to the bottom of the main stairs, and I step off the last step and my ankle rolls out… At this point, some choice words were said, just to give me a reason for doing so, I feel it is necessary to say that I have broken/dislocated my toes before, and this was so much more painful. After two hours in the hospital, its about 1:30 am when I get home, tired, in pain, and my ego severally damaged… but the Vicodin (prescribed, of course) made the night interesting, dream-wise, but I slept very well, considering the pain I was in. Vicodin is a drug I hope I never have to take again, it made me kind of dizzy (I fell twice, both times coming down stairs) and made me a loopy… So now I am stuck in a brace for a couple of weeks, which really irks me, because I was starting to enjoy working out…