feetsy

So about the swollen foot. My mom and I have decided this qualifies as a chronic injury. It swelled up after driving to San Francisco and back, and it's definitely achey (sp?). We're not sure if it's tendonitis at this point or whatever, but it's wonderfully messy. To give you an idea on the state of my foot here is an illustration I've thought up. Step on a tennis ball first, and then reach down and give the tendons surrounding your right ankle a sharp yank. You should be able to feel the pangs all up and down the muscle tissue. If I had to liken this foot to an animal I would say a piggy, a piggy that's eaten so much the skin is stretching around its belly.

I can ice it to put the swelling down, but then it becomes sore and stiff. At this point I can squeeze it into a neoprene brace, which is usually a relief until the swelling starts again. When it does, I can feel my pulse in my heel, as the blood fills whatever pockets there are down there. It makes my toes look funny too, kinda like they don't serve any purpose except to sit there and look pudgy. Teehee

I'll probably see a foot specialist who will ask me if I've seen those nifty neoprene ankle braces and tell me to use lots of ice and ibuprofen. Ah well. This is the point where I'd normally put a picture up of my disfigured ped, but I still think my '02 foot ordeal was much more interesting, and I'd rather everyone see that. Unfortunately I can't find any pictures, so we're all left to imagination. Speaking of imagination; 30 seconds, important feet in history-go!

-Achilles' heel
-Oedipus' pierced feet
-a serpent strikes a man's heel, man crushes serpents head. hrmmmmmm
-General Wellington (the man who defeated Napolean) yeah he was shoe designer.
-and pirates with peglegs

=)

So because I stayed awake all last night, and drove my dad to San Francisco International this morning, I managed to fall asleep at a decent hour. For the first time I can remember I was enjoying the unique yet normal sleep of the 9-5 worker. I was even conked out on the couch like the good times of old. And then I felt a burning sensation on my thigh. It wasn't all together unpleasant, kinda like icy hot, after the icy part. It was at this time that I realized my cat was peeing in my lap. Oh heavenly angels, yes. Cat pee at midnight. After tossing off the blanket (my preferred, non-lame blanket) and clothes and a long shower, I still can smell the faint acidic scent of cat pee pee. Lovely.

And a miracle of life is that is the extent of my immediate problems right now. Well my ankle ballooned up after driving for 4 hours without moving it, and theirs always bills to be paid. But really, thanks huh? I'll take cat pee any day.


the culprit.

here it is

So I was in San Diego last week. In all accounts of my life over the past 1 1/2 months, this was probably the event I thought about the most. I swear I used every trick I've learned to speed up the time beforehand and to slow it down during the week, but sand inevitably slips through your fingers. So I'm typing here, while my cat sits on my computer and cleans herself. I guess I should tell a story now, before it all blurs.


objects in mirror are closer than they appear. ah hah

I guess the best thing to do is run through the list of things officially done.

There was Balboa Park and the photographic(I can't pronounce that)exhibit. What kind of photographs were there? Why, there were 1000 megapixel shots of San Diego and vintage snapshots. Also there were prints of the National Geographic photo of the girl from Afghanistan in purple (the one with the green eyes) and the photo of her taken years later. There was even an exhibit made up of cell phone pictures, which we didn't see because Katyana didn't want to see.


there was EXTREME dog walking.

Honey, of course, is a sassy beast. I thoroughly enjoyed her kisses. We logged quite a few miles on the old leash, and partook in much naptime.


after being walked over countless times, I learned my lesson. See the family?

My adept, little tour guide took me to see the beaches, La Holla shores and Del Mar, I think? There was basketball, and whole foods, and rented movies, and jamba juices, and homemade sesame noodle salads, and even coffee. I saw much of the San Diego parks and library systems.


and coronado.

Really it was a blast of a time, and this is in no way the end of the story. I'm still working one of those things I've learned and savoring the telling. Expect things later,
good things.

and I'm back

Flew in from Nashville last night and I'm sitting in my room again. Rather than tell you about Ft. Campbell I'll tell you about Santa Cruz, California. Clean air, pleasant people, slower cars, stuff to do other than watch movies, people that don't make you feel foreign because you're not Caucasian and don't speak like they do, quietness, comfortable climate, and well...there's mexican food and chinese food and japanese food and korean food and tai food and fruit food. If you do want to hear more about my time, you can chat me up. Preferably in person. It'd be better that way.

I'll post more later, but I'm a little torn up right now. I'm gonna play with my cat instead. My buddy is supposed to email me pictures, and I'll put those up if I get them.

Oh and, thanks to Mr. Doval, you can see how close we sat to the symphony this last semester.