DAY[8]: Foot Surgery.

Today's a pretty dang good day. Today, at 9:15, in Richardson, Texas, I found that MY feet are significantly skinnier than they were. This means a couple things. I can wear soccer shoes (expensive $200 pairs) for a long time without breaking them in one year, and also have stitches in them.

I hate horror movies, and almost threw up at the sight of the stitches in my feet, especially along with the bruising that ensued. I currently look like a horror victim, and even though the doctor said I could shower and wear socks, both actions will remind me (by gross kinesthetics) that I have thread weaving throughout my feet's skin. I believe I am currently developing a fear against medical equipment that is inside the person for any length of time (IVs, needles, or stitches) mainly because of how they feel. not only are they painful, but they don't feel.... human. I hate developing fears, because they lead to stupid, insecure actions that make people less of a "person" than they actually are.

Anyway, I said today was a good day. It may seem like I sort of reversed that, but actually the truth is that the bad often requires more explanation, something people avoid, because not only does it kill the conversation, but also because nobody knows anything about it. (More bad stuff right? Anyway.)

I'm going to be able to walk into restaurants soon! But until then, it's really not a walking world for me because I feel the stitches when I walk. (I can walk anywhere I want in the house, including the stairs, but I generally don't because I don't want to feel the stitches. I guess a great way to face my fear would be to simply walk.)

Other than that, nothing much today. I found the CS1325 class I'm taking absolutely makes homework near pointless with the grading scale putting weekly assignments at 15% and everything else much more "weighty." Other than that I really don't have much to do, and I'm dreading having my mom push me around campus coming monday. Everybody will pretty much see me, and people today don't really harass you for that, but it's pretty much going to alienate every girl on campus.

Today after the doctor's appointment we toured the campus to find all the handicap accessible spots for easy access and pathing on monday, and as my mom pushed the wheelchair, I found more good looking girls on campus than I had ever seen before. Before long I just put my hood up and tried futilely to sink into my jacket. Ah well.