Stereotypically angsty LJ entry
LJs are for people that bitch and whine about their life, right? Right. Now, whether or not you feel like you fit this stereotype, I'm about to.
Backround. I went to Fredericksburg this weekend to play in an Ultimate tourny with my club team from Montreal. (Yes, we did the 12 hour drive. It's really not that bad.)
Friday morning I got an MRI done on my knee to see if it needs surgery or not. Friday afternoon finds me back in the hospital (different one) to get my ankle X-Rayed. According to the physiotherapist on our team (and everyone else that looked at it), she was 99% sure that it was broken and needed surgery. Apparently I have amazing bones (and luck) and it's just very badly sprained. But it's the worst sprain I've ever seen. On another body injury note, I have a meeting on Friday with a surgeon to read my MRI and give me the verdict. Can't wait.
I have a 20 page term paper due on Friday. I have a group presentation on Thursday. I'm helping plan this fundraiser party on Wednesday for ultimate. Huge project due next week. And let's not even talk about finals, which start next week.
Sonia got sick with a fever and whatnot on Sunday. She felt miserable the entire car ride home. Guess who was sitting in the backseat being sick and miserable with her? Yup, you guessed it. My head is all clogged up. I can't talk properly, very little voice. Tons of mucus and feeling generally icky mcick ick.
And what do I do when I'm stressed? I workout. I play ultimate. I work myself so hard that I can't do anything else. Right now, walking down the hall takes all the energy I have.
So let's recap.
Sprained ankle. Probable knee surgery. End of semester work up the wazoo. And I'm sick as balls.
Sweet. And no, I don't want your sympathy. I'm just pissed and bitchy and whiny and depressed.
Backround. I went to Fredericksburg this weekend to play in an Ultimate tourny with my club team from Montreal. (Yes, we did the 12 hour drive. It's really not that bad.)
Friday morning I got an MRI done on my knee to see if it needs surgery or not. Friday afternoon finds me back in the hospital (different one) to get my ankle X-Rayed. According to the physiotherapist on our team (and everyone else that looked at it), she was 99% sure that it was broken and needed surgery. Apparently I have amazing bones (and luck) and it's just very badly sprained. But it's the worst sprain I've ever seen. On another body injury note, I have a meeting on Friday with a surgeon to read my MRI and give me the verdict. Can't wait.
I have a 20 page term paper due on Friday. I have a group presentation on Thursday. I'm helping plan this fundraiser party on Wednesday for ultimate. Huge project due next week. And let's not even talk about finals, which start next week.
Sonia got sick with a fever and whatnot on Sunday. She felt miserable the entire car ride home. Guess who was sitting in the backseat being sick and miserable with her? Yup, you guessed it. My head is all clogged up. I can't talk properly, very little voice. Tons of mucus and feeling generally icky mcick ick.
And what do I do when I'm stressed? I workout. I play ultimate. I work myself so hard that I can't do anything else. Right now, walking down the hall takes all the energy I have.
So let's recap.
Sprained ankle. Probable knee surgery. End of semester work up the wazoo. And I'm sick as balls.
Sweet. And no, I don't want your sympathy. I'm just pissed and bitchy and whiny and depressed.