Who’s yo’ cripple?

I’m yo’ cripple.

Went to the Rose doc today on account of the foot nastiness, and he said, “We’re taking the weight off.” Whether it’s ligamental, a stress fracture, or a full fracture, taking the weight off is probably a sound idea. So I have crutches. (Whoa, buddy you can build up dangerous momentum with those things, and corners are eViL.)

I have a referral to get an X-Ray, but my father—and, subsequently, I—is/am/are between medical insurances with the new job, so I have to find out how much that’ll run me out-of-pocket. Grr.

No running, no walking, no biking. Just upper-body weight-lifting, if I’m so inclined. Can’t say I am, but this will be further incentive to eat better.

Better yet, I have crutches during what is rapidly becoming a rainletting with a biblical scale in duration. I can so see myself wiping out if I’m not careful near building entrances…

Meal-acquiring also gets difficult, but I can be a bum and ask the cafeteria workers to carry my tray, I think.

The logistics of this are fascinating, though. Elevators instead of wet stairs? I think so-o-o. How much longer will it take me to get to class? Etc.

It’s probably best to have as much fun as possible with these things. Take an extra-strength Tylenol and ask folks to sign my Ace bandage. Whee.

Edit: Fuck upper-body workouts: my arms (and stomach) are dead from crossing our tiny-ass campus thrice to get to my two classes. I don’t think I was this icky-sweaty just from moving around even at my heaviest in the dead of summer. I’mma sit on my ass for the duration of this crutch-thing.

It’s funny, though, because people are so quick with the sympathy, and I have to explain that it’s really not that bad, it’s just a preventative measure until we know more, no I didn’t kick anyone, etc. It makes for good conversation, but it’s really not that bad; the pain is easily managed (better than those damn headaches).

The “preventative measure” has made things about five times more annoying, of course, and despite Luke‘s patient help today, I think I’ll be skipping as many meals as I can get away with for the remainder of the week, because it is simply ridiculous to have to depend on someone else to gather my food and drinks and carry my tray and get everything to a table and get everything from the table and dispose of my trash. And if I don’t eat or drink something I had them get, I feel like I wasted their time in having them get it, and it’s all way too much trouble.

We’ll see how this week goes. There’s a party planned for Friday night that I will be attending, courtesy of Javid and Co., plus standard chill time with Dr. 7 and Luke this weekend, so I have something to look forward to. Now if I can just find a way to make it to class and work on time without killing myself, which is doubly difficult since I was perpetually late to most of my classes before break when I could haul ass across campus…