My leg is doing better because I babied it like a motherfucker yesterday. I have a torn calf muscle. The "pop" sound I heard was the muscle separating from the achilles. Lovely. Course of action? RICE. For those of you who have never suffered from fun injuries like this that stands for Rest Ice Compression Elevation. That's about all one can do in a situation like this. Fun.
So yesterday was a stay at home day. We were both pretty tired and used the day to try and catch up on both sleep and energy. Some light cleaning. Dinner of taco bell. Today we are going to a BBQ so we went to the store to get stuff - fruit, beans. Honestly we didn't do much of anything. I played Diablo while B played Sims. Soaked my leg. I went to bed around midnight, she came in around 3. Her sleep schedule gets messed up so much more easily than mine does. I can be up at 6 to check in for a flight for example without issue. You just do. You don't think about it. Speaking of which, I changed my car service for tomorrow. I originally was going to park near the old place and have them pick me up there, but with the BBQ today it made it too challenging. Plus with my injury anybody says a word they can go to hell. I shouldn't be leaving the house for the next week let alone putting the strain of airports and teaching on me. I am using a cane as it is. This is going to be annoying tomorrow.
That's about it. Broken, bruised, forgotten, sore. Too fucked up to care any more. Yep. That's me.
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