As a reader said, "Weird shit, Juno."
So it's been a seriously hectic last week. First, on the band side of things, our bass player quit 5 days out from our gig so I spent all last week in a fit trying to find someone to fill in. The gig went quite well despite the fact that no one really came. Tori Sparks actually said something along the lines of 'You know, in Nashville your friends don't have to come to your shows so I'm grateful for the ones that do. Yeah, only in Nashville.' It's so sadly true. In San Angelo and even Dallas, friends always came out to support what I did and back then, it wasn't even my band. My friends here won't even support my own group. It's just kinda sad - makes me feel like I don't really have friends here.
But onward with the story. So for two months I've had this foot pain that would not go away. I kept thinking it was just a sprain and it, in time, would just go away. But one jump too many at the show on Friday and I found myself in a ridiculous amount of pain. Saturday and Sunday were spent limping around and with Mike having to literally carry me up the stairs at the end of the day. So I call my doctor on Monday who tells me to wait a week and if it's still not better to call him. Now what?! It's hurt for two months. I somehow doubt it's getting better on its own. So to a specialist I went only to find out I had a stress fracture on the fifth metatarsal. So now my foot is all booted up and sad but hopefully in 4 weeks it won't hurt anymore.
The fact that it's broken does not bother me. The pain doesn't really bother me any either, despite my bitching. What bothers me is now I can't jump around at my K-Street show next week. And more importantly, I can't yoga. I was hoping to start up at one of the studios in town but so much for that. A month of no yoga is gonna make for some unhappy chii. But ah well.
Off the Delaware here in a bit. Wish me luck for 4 days of in-laws. I should have a twitch by the time I get back - I say that simply because it takes every ounce of brainpower I can muster to make sure I don't say anything that can be misinterpreted as rude or wrong. Yup. Should be fun. :/
But onward with the story. So for two months I've had this foot pain that would not go away. I kept thinking it was just a sprain and it, in time, would just go away. But one jump too many at the show on Friday and I found myself in a ridiculous amount of pain. Saturday and Sunday were spent limping around and with Mike having to literally carry me up the stairs at the end of the day. So I call my doctor on Monday who tells me to wait a week and if it's still not better to call him. Now what?! It's hurt for two months. I somehow doubt it's getting better on its own. So to a specialist I went only to find out I had a stress fracture on the fifth metatarsal. So now my foot is all booted up and sad but hopefully in 4 weeks it won't hurt anymore.
The fact that it's broken does not bother me. The pain doesn't really bother me any either, despite my bitching. What bothers me is now I can't jump around at my K-Street show next week. And more importantly, I can't yoga. I was hoping to start up at one of the studios in town but so much for that. A month of no yoga is gonna make for some unhappy chii. But ah well.
Off the Delaware here in a bit. Wish me luck for 4 days of in-laws. I should have a twitch by the time I get back - I say that simply because it takes every ounce of brainpower I can muster to make sure I don't say anything that can be misinterpreted as rude or wrong. Yup. Should be fun. :/