Life with a fractured
foot has been interesting, to say the least. Since I've been trying to rest my
foot as much as possible, my adventuring has taken on a different form, mostly
involving some "wild" movie nights, learning to do "tricks"
on crutches, and some unusual cooking undertakings.
After a painfully quiet
weekend, in desperation I googled "how to have fun on crutches." Some
of the best results:
- "Pinch hot ladies bottoms while your in a crowd
then hold onto your crutches and look pitiful"
- "Ooh you could play badminton!!"
- "The thing that kept me from wanting to be self-destructive
was TV shows on DVD"
- "How about you take up a hobby, like ship
building"
- "Write your personal history"
- "Study for the GRE"
- "Hey man, go out, get smashed and have a good time"
Hmm...
In summary, from one
Yahoo answer user: "You will be able
to do pretty much anything on crutches." Suuure.
In my searches, I even
found a whole page of broken foot jokes. Who knew there was so much out there
on broken feet? My favorite- "What do you call a ghost with a broken foot?
A Hoblin Goblin." I like that, it sounds kind of gangster. I could roll
with that.
One night, some of my
flatmates and I made puppy chow, which consists of the following four
ingredients: butter, peanut butter, chocolate, and powdered sugar. Oh yeah, and
chex mix. We then proceeded to eat it for the next couple hours. Oops.
I also cooked my first
steak! I bought it from a butcher and everything. He was probably wondering
what the hell I was doing, especially when he asked what kind of steak I
wanted, only to be met by a blank stare. There are different kinds? The actual
cooking of the steak was mediated by Crécy, (she knows how to cook everything) though
it was way simpler than I thought it’d be. Success!
A few days ago I had an
appointment for my foot fracture. The doctor didn’t take another x-ray, I didn’t
even take my sock off… but he looked at my previous x-ray, said that my
fracture was pretty minor and that I’m not doing any damage by walking on it.
Sounds great to me! I just hope he’s right. After the appointment, I decided to
try my hand at taking the bus back home instead of a taxi. Why are bus maps so
confusing! I stared at one for a good 5 minutes, went outside, went back inside
to look at the map, eavesdropped on a conversation that provided me with
crucial information, and finally
found my way to the right bus stop.
This week, I finally got
out a bit- my flatmates and I went to a pub quiz and came in 5th
place! I think there were 20 or so teams. We go every week and revise (study)
beforehand; we’re getting pretty serious about it.
Tomorrow my boyfriend is
visiting! I am hoping to ditch the crutches for the day and see how my foot
feels without them, hopefully all goes well.
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