Can we talk about february for a minute?
Today finds our heroine near-housebound (without video games!), broke, functionally unemployed, limping, broken-computered, and (as of an hour ago) settling into a full-blown headcold.
I'm not trying to whine about the state of my life, so much as point out the universal timeless shittiness of February. I feel like I knew this was coming, like I know it's coming every year, and yet...
Aside from being up at 5am because I'm too stuffed up to sleep, I'm good. I'm paying my bills, I have a wonderful loving husband, my bad-ass recreational activity of choice and awesome social circle will be there when the doctor clears me to skate (and, y'know, walk) again, and I still have internet access. Heck, I'm starting a great new job soon and a dear friend of mine has flown in from London for the weekend. The important stuff is good; it's just all the temporary, situational stuff that completely fuckin' blows.
Let's take stock, shall we? (This is the part that's just bitching.)
My knee isn't horribly painful, which would seem like a good thing, but apparently it's an indicator of a complete ligament tear instead of a heavy sprain. I'm icing it and staying off it this week, and next week I'll either have a naturally healing knee or an appointment for an MRI. Fun!
Time off derby sucks. I miss it a lot, and it continues without me. With the job front kind of sitting in neutral for the moment, Derby is my major excuse motivation to leave the house at all. I'm doing ab workouts so I don't lose everything, but sitting out this week may put me another month behind in the tests to get back to bouting status. We'll see.
Our main computer died. We have the tiny backup computer we got to replace my laptop, and it works for internet and writing. It's really Tyler's computer; it likes him because he doesn't yell at it so much. (It's a miracle I haven't thrown it across the room for being small and fiddley and frustrating.) That's not the thing, though. The thing is it doesn't run games. I'm unemployed, hobbled, and I can't play computer games. I love World of Warcraft and if ever there was a time with no reason not to play twelve six a couple hours a day, this is it, right? The second I have every excuse to go nuts, it breaks.
Even if walking and rollerskating and generally frolicking about were on the table for me, physically, have you people been outside? It's cold as balls out there! I walked to the grocery store a couple days ago and came home with my whole face chapped and burning. If ever there was video game weather...
Or cooking and eating weather. My god, I could eat my body weight in soup right now. And turning the oven on, letting warmth and the smell of cookies pervade the apartment... That's tied with warcraft for things that are great when you can't go out. It also adds up quickly on the calorie end of things, and I can't put on weight right now. Winter is yucky enough without fighting my body and losing on the cosmetic front too. So there's the occasional banana bread, and I'm exploring brothy soups, but there's no mindless comfort to be found in food this winter.
And I'm stuffed up and it's going to snow this weekend while Tyler's stuck at work and I'm trying to navigate trains. And, and, and... don' wanna.
Short version: I have cabin fever and a bum knee and it's cold out. Also, the sniffles. The sniffles, people. No one has suffered like I have suffered. I blame February.
25 more days. It's not a fun prospect, but we're going to make it. It's short for a reason. (Ignore history and facts, the reason is that it's a miserable no-good month and everyone wants it to be over quickly.) The days are getting longer, and soon we'll flip over to March and that will be noticeable and all will be well with the world. Or at least not so damn cold.
I'm not trying to whine about the state of my life, so much as point out the universal timeless shittiness of February. I feel like I knew this was coming, like I know it's coming every year, and yet...
Aside from being up at 5am because I'm too stuffed up to sleep, I'm good. I'm paying my bills, I have a wonderful loving husband, my bad-ass recreational activity of choice and awesome social circle will be there when the doctor clears me to skate (and, y'know, walk) again, and I still have internet access. Heck, I'm starting a great new job soon and a dear friend of mine has flown in from London for the weekend. The important stuff is good; it's just all the temporary, situational stuff that completely fuckin' blows.
Let's take stock, shall we? (This is the part that's just bitching.)
My knee isn't horribly painful, which would seem like a good thing, but apparently it's an indicator of a complete ligament tear instead of a heavy sprain. I'm icing it and staying off it this week, and next week I'll either have a naturally healing knee or an appointment for an MRI. Fun!
Time off derby sucks. I miss it a lot, and it continues without me. With the job front kind of sitting in neutral for the moment, Derby is my major excuse motivation to leave the house at all. I'm doing ab workouts so I don't lose everything, but sitting out this week may put me another month behind in the tests to get back to bouting status. We'll see.
Our main computer died. We have the tiny backup computer we got to replace my laptop, and it works for internet and writing. It's really Tyler's computer; it likes him because he doesn't yell at it so much. (It's a miracle I haven't thrown it across the room for being small and fiddley and frustrating.) That's not the thing, though. The thing is it doesn't run games. I'm unemployed, hobbled, and I can't play computer games. I love World of Warcraft and if ever there was a time with no reason not to play twelve six a couple hours a day, this is it, right? The second I have every excuse to go nuts, it breaks.
Even if walking and rollerskating and generally frolicking about were on the table for me, physically, have you people been outside? It's cold as balls out there! I walked to the grocery store a couple days ago and came home with my whole face chapped and burning. If ever there was video game weather...
Or cooking and eating weather. My god, I could eat my body weight in soup right now. And turning the oven on, letting warmth and the smell of cookies pervade the apartment... That's tied with warcraft for things that are great when you can't go out. It also adds up quickly on the calorie end of things, and I can't put on weight right now. Winter is yucky enough without fighting my body and losing on the cosmetic front too. So there's the occasional banana bread, and I'm exploring brothy soups, but there's no mindless comfort to be found in food this winter.
And I'm stuffed up and it's going to snow this weekend while Tyler's stuck at work and I'm trying to navigate trains. And, and, and... don' wanna.
Short version: I have cabin fever and a bum knee and it's cold out. Also, the sniffles. The sniffles, people. No one has suffered like I have suffered. I blame February.
25 more days. It's not a fun prospect, but we're going to make it. It's short for a reason. (Ignore history and facts, the reason is that it's a miserable no-good month and everyone wants it to be over quickly.) The days are getting longer, and soon we'll flip over to March and that will be noticeable and all will be well with the world. Or at least not so damn cold.