Scream of Consciousness

Yay, pictures are now current as of today. This includes snaps of the Halloween Party at Dawn and Andy’s, Jin Young’s pumpkin carving fiesta, and the elusive Bubble Gum Bandit finally captured.

And, my pantry. ‘Cause who doesn’t want that.

The bad news: I haven’t heard from the Ultrasound people yet, so I don’t know what the prognosis is there besides “we didn’t see anything deadly, because if we did, you’d be in the hospital right now.”

The good news: despite the weird pain and swelling spreading all the way down to my ankle, my leg is just about 100% normal right now. On Wednesday or so I imagine I’m going to have a difficult time remembering that there was an injury to begin with. I think I’m going to start ramping up to full athletic (abusive?) use of the limb about a week after the last marks of this oh-so-strange ailment fade completely, with full pre-injury use planned for at least the beginning of the year.

I still worry about it being something more serious, as muscles don’t often pull themselves, or other muscles later on. But as I’m healing up just fine, I think about it less; and if it were a blood clot or cellulitus or anything, I’m sure I’d be feeling horrible right now… and I just don’t.

In fact, I feel pretty great, and am well past walking with a limp. I’ll be anxious for a while, but less each day, I guess.

It all started two days ago, on Tuesday.

I got up, took a shower, went to work. Everything was fine.

At around one, two o’clock, I got up from my chair to go warm a meal. Like I do every day. Except this time, there was a pain in my leg. My inner thigh, where my leg meets my pelvis. Felt like a tendon was too tight or strained or something. … continue reading this entry.

Ok, Mr. Obama. I did my part, and so did a whole bunch of other people.

Now let’s see if your ass can cash those checks your mouth wrote. Here’s hoping.

All right, America. To quote a friend of mine:

“Try not to fuck it up this time.”