Will this girl ever shut up?
Jun. 11th, 2005 08:21 pmNo.
My inability to get around coupled with my addiction to LJ means I'll be posting quite a bit until I'm really walking again. Hopefully it won't be long, though.
I was just in the bathroom and I saw myself in the mirror for the first time in a few days. I've been avoiding it because I'm not really able to take care of myself very well without being able to stand up, and I didn't really want to know what I was looking like. My hygiene is fine, turns out I look okay - but in addition to my now-purple foot, I have two gnarly bruises on my arm from falling the other night. I knew they were bad, but they're run-in-with-an-angry-lion bad. Huge, multicolored, and swolen. Yowsa. But they don't hurt too bad and I imagine they'll go away soon enough. Note to self: no tank-tops for a few more days.
I tried to take pictures of my foot, but all I have is my camera phone and it doesn't really capture the horror of it. When people at work saw my foot, they were like, "Oh, it's a little swolen, yeah." Then I showed them my uninjured right foot, and they were like, "Holy shit!" I have freakishly small feet thanks to many years of toe shoe ballet starting at age 9. My feet stopped growing when I was 9, or 4'10". I'm now more than a foot taller than that, but have the same size feet. So the swelling doesn't look so bad - until you see what my feet are supposed to look like. Debbie noticed my toes today and said, "Wow! They're really screwed up!" I asked her how so, and she said they were really bent. I showed her my right foot, and she goes, "Oh, they're just like that. Sorry." Heh. Doesn't bother me. I dig my feet anyway. So what if they're ugly? They're feet. They don't smell like roses, either;)
Have you had enough of my feet? I could talk about my other body parts. My eyes are swolen from allergies. My watch tan is still there even though I haven't worn a watch in over a year. My fingernails are short again for guitar-playing purposes. That's all the body part news I can come up with for the moment. Peace.
My inability to get around coupled with my addiction to LJ means I'll be posting quite a bit until I'm really walking again. Hopefully it won't be long, though.
I was just in the bathroom and I saw myself in the mirror for the first time in a few days. I've been avoiding it because I'm not really able to take care of myself very well without being able to stand up, and I didn't really want to know what I was looking like. My hygiene is fine, turns out I look okay - but in addition to my now-purple foot, I have two gnarly bruises on my arm from falling the other night. I knew they were bad, but they're run-in-with-an-angry-lion bad. Huge, multicolored, and swolen. Yowsa. But they don't hurt too bad and I imagine they'll go away soon enough. Note to self: no tank-tops for a few more days.
I tried to take pictures of my foot, but all I have is my camera phone and it doesn't really capture the horror of it. When people at work saw my foot, they were like, "Oh, it's a little swolen, yeah." Then I showed them my uninjured right foot, and they were like, "Holy shit!" I have freakishly small feet thanks to many years of toe shoe ballet starting at age 9. My feet stopped growing when I was 9, or 4'10". I'm now more than a foot taller than that, but have the same size feet. So the swelling doesn't look so bad - until you see what my feet are supposed to look like. Debbie noticed my toes today and said, "Wow! They're really screwed up!" I asked her how so, and she said they were really bent. I showed her my right foot, and she goes, "Oh, they're just like that. Sorry." Heh. Doesn't bother me. I dig my feet anyway. So what if they're ugly? They're feet. They don't smell like roses, either;)
Have you had enough of my feet? I could talk about my other body parts. My eyes are swolen from allergies. My watch tan is still there even though I haven't worn a watch in over a year. My fingernails are short again for guitar-playing purposes. That's all the body part news I can come up with for the moment. Peace.