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i fractured my foot on the volcano it looks like. this is honestly not at all surprising since a) i have osteoporosis and b) i fell twice. even if i hadn't fallen, my sneakers were -not- the right shoes for the job. it looks like it is my metatarsal bones. i will get another xray or ct scan next week, as apparently these injuries take about 2 weeks to pop up in tests. there's a chance it could be tendon related, but considering i am on elephant sized doses of prednisone right now, that's pretty unlikely, since the prednisone would be masking any additional inflammation. STILL TOTALLY WORTH IT.
so i am now in an awesome air cast that goes halfway up my leg. i have to say that it is REALLY jarring going from tons of walking and hooping and hiking to being pretty damn sedentary and i am not a fan. but because i am still on some stupid "i'm a badass" high, i went to a firefans introductory class last night. that was -fun-. 3 more classes to go and i'll be most likely doing them in the boot, but i think i can manage. i probably won't get to light up since that might mean melting the boot, but it's ok.
also i am having some fomo about missing the manray reunion tonight. i think because even though i was fucking insane or depressed half the time i went there, it was still fun in its own very fucked up and self damaging way. i also wasn't sick back then, and while the masto doesn't come up as much on a daily basis as it used to, there's still a pretty solid line in the sand of pre and post diagnosis. but man, that time period was such a weird and fun and fucked up trip that is -so- very different from my bordering on straight edge/whole food/exercising/generally healthy living person that i am today. it's amazing.
for real though, if i were in boston i don't know if i would've gone, just because a lot of people -i- associate with my manray experience seem to not be going, and in the end it was never the club, it was always the people...by the time the club had closed i was barely ever going anyway.
so i am now in an awesome air cast that goes halfway up my leg. i have to say that it is REALLY jarring going from tons of walking and hooping and hiking to being pretty damn sedentary and i am not a fan. but because i am still on some stupid "i'm a badass" high, i went to a firefans introductory class last night. that was -fun-. 3 more classes to go and i'll be most likely doing them in the boot, but i think i can manage. i probably won't get to light up since that might mean melting the boot, but it's ok.
also i am having some fomo about missing the manray reunion tonight. i think because even though i was fucking insane or depressed half the time i went there, it was still fun in its own very fucked up and self damaging way. i also wasn't sick back then, and while the masto doesn't come up as much on a daily basis as it used to, there's still a pretty solid line in the sand of pre and post diagnosis. but man, that time period was such a weird and fun and fucked up trip that is -so- very different from my bordering on straight edge/whole food/exercising/generally healthy living person that i am today. it's amazing.
for real though, if i were in boston i don't know if i would've gone, just because a lot of people -i- associate with my manray experience seem to not be going, and in the end it was never the club, it was always the people...by the time the club had closed i was barely ever going anyway.