(Alright, I just typed this whole thing, and then accidently hit the "refresh" button. It's 12:46AM and my patience is running thin.)
Today will be the last day I really write anything, mainly because the healing process is really coming along now.
Today's entry begins yesterday, at my apartment's bathroom, where my mom was so appalled about the level of hygiene that she began to clean it for us. This really did make the place much better, and my roommate even took a shower that night (actually he does that as part of his daily/nightly routine). This is great and fine, except he sheds everywhere. This is also fine, until I have to take a shower the next morning with near-open wounds on my feet (stitches, remember?).
You may not understand the level of badness this implies. I think he intentionally sheds or something, because when my mom cleaned the bathroom initially, the place was absolutely clean, it was spotless. When I took my shower, there were hairs covering just about the entire tub. I don't know how he does that and still has hair on his head. Not only is it disgusting, he doesn't pick it up. I know, I know, I'm supposed to talk to my roommates about what I'm not happy with them doing. But what does one say to that? "Hey, I'm sick of you shedding. Pick it up, dog." I'm doubtful as to that working.
Other than the hygiene fail, today was pretty excellent in literally getting back on my feet and finding that my balance wasn't really affected by the bones being shaved, and also that it really doesn't hurt at all to stand. Only when I am flex my foot does the soreness really come on, and it's minor at that. Combined with the pain pills, this should be no problem.
Stitches come out Wednesday, I can already wear socks, and shoes will be coming along soon. Today (I'm referring to Monday) was also the heaviest walking day, so tomorrow will be even easier. I'm probably going to begin working out tomorrow and see if I'm up to that. It's definitely going to be an uphill climb to get back into game shape for the Spring but with my feet cooperating it won't be a problem.
Concluding this risk, I learned that this whole exercise was really a giant self-discovery project. I learned that I am deathly afraid of horror movies and the things in them, and also am afraid of situations in which I am vastly unprepared and unfamiliar with (which there really aren't too many, but scare me when they arise). Music does not help when the unskilled nurse is unsuccessfully jabbing a needle into your arm. I'm going queasy thinking about it. Also, slowing your life down is quite hard once you've been accustomed to living it so fast. Luckily, I won't have to transition too hard coming back because finals are coming up soon and mainly reviews and brushing up on course material is the main objective, not cramming in new things; most of my professors have done a good job.
Time for bed.
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