Well, you know, I don't really *enjoy* all these trips...I do it solely for the purpose of helping others.
So where's my check from all of you???? Oh, in the mail, I see, I'll check for it tomorrow, then!
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Yes I'm reading other peoples' trip reports again. That always changes the way I write. It works on the way I talk, too, if I hang out with people with obvious manners of speech. Drove my mom batty. Though it was useful for her, b/c she always know who I'd been out with! Went like this... "ah, so you spent lots of time with Alisa, hmm? At least it got rid of the stutter you developed when your stepsisters stayed with us all summer!"
True story, my stepsisters, at the time (before useless stepdad divorced the family and disappeared, never to be found again, well, until a few months ago when I googled him and found him and have been in constant confusion as to whether I should contact him or not), stayed with us one summer. One of them stuttered naturally. By the end of the summer, I had picked it up.
And you should have heard me when I got back from Ireland... I really should do voiceover work, just in case they can't find someone famous...just let me hear their voice for a week and I'll imitate them!
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I've done something rotten to my foot. I think it's chickens coming home to roost...or however that phrase goes...you know, where past misdeeds find you? While in college I hurt my foot while running for Crew. Yep, Crew. Shrimpy me. Rowed. Anyway, I have wide feet (hence my username on micechat and mouseplanet...hobbitfeet), and back then there were very very FEW wide width running shoes. So I bought an $80 pair of Nike cross trainers that "ran wide" (thanks, Footlocker lady). Went running. Halfway into my run, while down on the waterfront, I started getting blisters on the inside edge of my sole of one foot. OUCH. So I started running on the outside edge of my foot. Not so ouch on the blisters, but...yeah, tore my peroneous longus tendon, which goes down the outside of the lower leg, around the ankle area, and under the bottom of the foot. Cue weeks of PT (thankfully our school has a PT and Athletic Training program, and Varsity athletes got it for FREE).
Then I went running again, once I was off the crutches.
Running in the same shoes.
Oh, I was careful enough with the already injured foot...
Came home having torn the OTHER peroneous longus tendon.
Thank goodness it was off season.
So I think that my foot problem is the great great great grandchild of that college era foot problem, compounded by the stupid stupid weight I've let my self put on (going through pictures recently, I can see the pounds pack on back in Fall/Winter of '06 going into '07, which is when FIL died and I was baking ALL the time while living in the Worst House Ever and I never left the house if I could help it). Sigh.
Who the heck do I see for this???? Just pointing my foot causes screaming pain.
Not good.
What WAS good today about working out? I wore my this-year's
amazon picnic's t-shirt, which has an image of a Kindle on it, while reading Pride and Prejudice on...a Kindle. (hubby brought it home from work, it doesn't belong to us, but I'm allowed to use it) Ooh I'm hooked! So much easier than a big bulky book.
And then I stood up and nearly screamed. Whoops.
So I'm going to have to do something about this before October 10th, which is when we leave for Anaheim. A brace of some sort? Amputation? Oh no, that won't heal by then, I proved 5+ years ago that I do NOT heal well when scalpels are involved. Perhaps I should stop sitting on the ankle? Nah, how would I sit at the computer table, then? Hmm? Sacrifices must be made. Let's refer to the above bit where I remind us all that I don't enjoy trips, but take them for your edification.
Yep. I promise!