I have a journal?
So apparently I have a live journal.
Hmm, what's new....I broke my leg this summer. It hurt a whole fucking lot, but that wasn't the worst of it.
I was with miller, just moved into my new pad in New Bedford, and we decided to go for a walk. We saw this little mini-park dealy with all these trees, evenly spaced by about ten feet each, with the lower limbs long since hacked off to keep goofballs from ascending the branches and maybe finding inner peace in a slightly elevated leafy caccoon. So miller decides he can scramble up there, using the swollen knotted nubs of the severed extremeties as footholds, and he does so no problem. And it looks like it might be pretty fun up there, so I decide to follow suit.
My feet on the second nub, about four feet above the ground, I realize I'm slipping and there's nothing I can do. I try to make a lateral grab for a branch on my left, but my right arm is hugging the tree, trapping my torso, and I fall. I roll onto my back after hearing what i thought was me landing on a stick and i take a quick inventory. My right foot is hanging at this entirely unnatural angle, and I reach down to touch my leg and bring my hand back to find blood on the tips of my middle and index fingers. I had broken both the bones in my shin, and at this point the pain hadn't set in yet.
"yeah, it's broken," i said calmly. I was intensely calm. Calmer than I can ever really remember being.
Miller, still in the tree, is skeptical. "Are you sure it's broken?"
And for a moment, you know, i doubted myself. I mean, shit, i'm no doctor. What makes me able to make that prognosis. Then I looked at my second ankle and reconfirmed my suspicions. "Yeah, It's broken."
Miller comes down from the tree and takes a look. "Yeah, it's broken"
I give him my cellphone, but it's not getting service, so he runs to a nearby house. After knocking for like a minute and a half i yelled "MILLER, THEY'RE NOT HOME, GO TO THE NEXT HOUSE" and he does. By this point, the pain had set in, and fucking strong. I was trying to position my leg in a way that didn't send pain shooting through my entire body, but i quickly retired from this activity, finding it impossible.
I waited about a year for the ambulance, and at some point during this stretch, a bee landed on my leg. I looked at the bee pleadingly and said "Aw, come on, man" and the bee flew away. But imagine if it had stung my broken leg, NOW THAT WOULD BE A STORY!!!
So eventually I wound up in the hospital for a week and my whole summer was spent recopuerating. The hard part though, was this. To those who know me fairly well, you know I'm pathologically lethargical and I have been taking great strides to get myself out of this pattern of severe procrastination. Self motivation is a really difficult road for me and I was really making progress, but this summer I got horribly discouraged and wound up using my injury as an excuse to be lazy as ever. I did an ok amount of drawing over the summer, but considering how couchbound I was, I could have pumped out an amazing quantity more. And coming back to school I've been finding it numbingly impossible to drive myself to work as hard as I know I can.
But I'm tackling the setback the same way I tackled the problem to begin with. One step at a time, and with occasional allnighters, (although hopefully not a steady diet of them).
So Maybe I'll attempt more frequent updates as opposed to two or three entries followed by a year's hiatus.
Bye.
Hmm, what's new....I broke my leg this summer. It hurt a whole fucking lot, but that wasn't the worst of it.
I was with miller, just moved into my new pad in New Bedford, and we decided to go for a walk. We saw this little mini-park dealy with all these trees, evenly spaced by about ten feet each, with the lower limbs long since hacked off to keep goofballs from ascending the branches and maybe finding inner peace in a slightly elevated leafy caccoon. So miller decides he can scramble up there, using the swollen knotted nubs of the severed extremeties as footholds, and he does so no problem. And it looks like it might be pretty fun up there, so I decide to follow suit.
My feet on the second nub, about four feet above the ground, I realize I'm slipping and there's nothing I can do. I try to make a lateral grab for a branch on my left, but my right arm is hugging the tree, trapping my torso, and I fall. I roll onto my back after hearing what i thought was me landing on a stick and i take a quick inventory. My right foot is hanging at this entirely unnatural angle, and I reach down to touch my leg and bring my hand back to find blood on the tips of my middle and index fingers. I had broken both the bones in my shin, and at this point the pain hadn't set in yet.
"yeah, it's broken," i said calmly. I was intensely calm. Calmer than I can ever really remember being.
Miller, still in the tree, is skeptical. "Are you sure it's broken?"
And for a moment, you know, i doubted myself. I mean, shit, i'm no doctor. What makes me able to make that prognosis. Then I looked at my second ankle and reconfirmed my suspicions. "Yeah, It's broken."
Miller comes down from the tree and takes a look. "Yeah, it's broken"
I give him my cellphone, but it's not getting service, so he runs to a nearby house. After knocking for like a minute and a half i yelled "MILLER, THEY'RE NOT HOME, GO TO THE NEXT HOUSE" and he does. By this point, the pain had set in, and fucking strong. I was trying to position my leg in a way that didn't send pain shooting through my entire body, but i quickly retired from this activity, finding it impossible.
I waited about a year for the ambulance, and at some point during this stretch, a bee landed on my leg. I looked at the bee pleadingly and said "Aw, come on, man" and the bee flew away. But imagine if it had stung my broken leg, NOW THAT WOULD BE A STORY!!!
So eventually I wound up in the hospital for a week and my whole summer was spent recopuerating. The hard part though, was this. To those who know me fairly well, you know I'm pathologically lethargical and I have been taking great strides to get myself out of this pattern of severe procrastination. Self motivation is a really difficult road for me and I was really making progress, but this summer I got horribly discouraged and wound up using my injury as an excuse to be lazy as ever. I did an ok amount of drawing over the summer, but considering how couchbound I was, I could have pumped out an amazing quantity more. And coming back to school I've been finding it numbingly impossible to drive myself to work as hard as I know I can.
But I'm tackling the setback the same way I tackled the problem to begin with. One step at a time, and with occasional allnighters, (although hopefully not a steady diet of them).
So Maybe I'll attempt more frequent updates as opposed to two or three entries followed by a year's hiatus.
Bye.