wtf, 2020
yesterday was a day, wasn't it. i mean, biden! harris! i found out during zoom brunch and we all had a collective moment of yay. and also one of the girls asked if it was too early to have a drink. no, it was not. :D
and if you're not a drinker, there's always election cake.
and then it went downhill. by which i mean, i had a regularly scheduled mammogram and passed out. which i've never done. i felt lightheaded and got tunnel vision and felt my foot turn in and the rest of me turn out, and then i was on the floor and my ankle was in excruciating pain and i was scared. to. death. because how does that happen?? everyone in the clinic was very calm and very competent and very nice - altho everyone kept asking me the same questions, name, birthdate, did i have breakfast (yes), did i hit my head (no) - and they called 911 and the emt's were likewise calm and competent and very nice and felt my ankle (ow) and loaded me onto a gurney and took me to an actual hospital. as we were waiting for the elevator one of them asked me (again) name, birthdate, did i have breakfast, but also what day was it, was year was it - i think to make sure i didn't have a concussion - and i said "is the next question going to be who the president is? :D " and he laughed. i said i could give two answers. the emt thought i probably got lightheaded and passed out because of pressure on my vagus nerve, which is a super common thing and can happen when, say, you get your boobs squished and have to hold your breath while they take the image. apparently it happens to bodybuilders a lot, when they lift.
at the er i met a bunch of people in quick succession and they prodded my ankle (ow) and i got an ekg and an x-ray and kind of laid around for a couple hours, to learn that... i broke some small bones in my ankle. i fucking broke my ankle getting a mammogram. wtf, 2020. so now i have a splint on it and i have crutches (which make my shoulders and armpits so sore) and a referral for a foot and ankle guy, who will hopefully NOT tell me i need surgery.
i called my sister to come get me because i was at the hospital and my car was still at the clinic, so she came and got me and drove me to my car and then we both came back to my house and i ordered dinner (thai, yummy) and we watched biden give his acceptance speech and then she went home and i was just so annoyed at myself.
i'm fine, by the way. well, except for the ankle, which hurts and aches and itches and is just so fucking annoying. i'm very glad i live on the first floor, not so excited that i live alone, and very glad i'm working from home. because i have zero interest in navigating public transportation on crutches.
the other more exciting thing that happened this weekend was confabcon, which was all virtual which i guess is an acceptable substitute in these days of quarantine. i only went to two panels, a crafting panel and one on whether or not binge tv is killing fandom (i don't think it is but one-episode-a-week tv has a lot to recommend it), and spent A LOT of time trying to keep up with the con discord. add that to the two nano discords and there was A LOT of discording going on. i miss cons, tho. i miss the random conversations and the getting to hang out with people you only get to see in person once a year. maybe next year they'll have an actual physical con.
in slightly related fannish news, a bakery in california made a life-size mandalorian out of bread. they even clothed a baby yoda in bread.
in unrelated but neat news, spain announced plans for a flying taxi service. at first it's just going to be in barcelona and santiago de compostela, but how cool is that? flying taxis!
and in entertaining election news, a french bulldog was elected mayor of rabbit hash, kentucky. it's a thing, apparently. and can we take a moment to contemplate the fact that this town is legitimately called rabbit hash.
and if you're not a drinker, there's always election cake.
and then it went downhill. by which i mean, i had a regularly scheduled mammogram and passed out. which i've never done. i felt lightheaded and got tunnel vision and felt my foot turn in and the rest of me turn out, and then i was on the floor and my ankle was in excruciating pain and i was scared. to. death. because how does that happen?? everyone in the clinic was very calm and very competent and very nice - altho everyone kept asking me the same questions, name, birthdate, did i have breakfast (yes), did i hit my head (no) - and they called 911 and the emt's were likewise calm and competent and very nice and felt my ankle (ow) and loaded me onto a gurney and took me to an actual hospital. as we were waiting for the elevator one of them asked me (again) name, birthdate, did i have breakfast, but also what day was it, was year was it - i think to make sure i didn't have a concussion - and i said "is the next question going to be who the president is? :D " and he laughed. i said i could give two answers. the emt thought i probably got lightheaded and passed out because of pressure on my vagus nerve, which is a super common thing and can happen when, say, you get your boobs squished and have to hold your breath while they take the image. apparently it happens to bodybuilders a lot, when they lift.
at the er i met a bunch of people in quick succession and they prodded my ankle (ow) and i got an ekg and an x-ray and kind of laid around for a couple hours, to learn that... i broke some small bones in my ankle. i fucking broke my ankle getting a mammogram. wtf, 2020. so now i have a splint on it and i have crutches (which make my shoulders and armpits so sore) and a referral for a foot and ankle guy, who will hopefully NOT tell me i need surgery.
i called my sister to come get me because i was at the hospital and my car was still at the clinic, so she came and got me and drove me to my car and then we both came back to my house and i ordered dinner (thai, yummy) and we watched biden give his acceptance speech and then she went home and i was just so annoyed at myself.
i'm fine, by the way. well, except for the ankle, which hurts and aches and itches and is just so fucking annoying. i'm very glad i live on the first floor, not so excited that i live alone, and very glad i'm working from home. because i have zero interest in navigating public transportation on crutches.
the other more exciting thing that happened this weekend was confabcon, which was all virtual which i guess is an acceptable substitute in these days of quarantine. i only went to two panels, a crafting panel and one on whether or not binge tv is killing fandom (i don't think it is but one-episode-a-week tv has a lot to recommend it), and spent A LOT of time trying to keep up with the con discord. add that to the two nano discords and there was A LOT of discording going on. i miss cons, tho. i miss the random conversations and the getting to hang out with people you only get to see in person once a year. maybe next year they'll have an actual physical con.
in slightly related fannish news, a bakery in california made a life-size mandalorian out of bread. they even clothed a baby yoda in bread.
in unrelated but neat news, spain announced plans for a flying taxi service. at first it's just going to be in barcelona and santiago de compostela, but how cool is that? flying taxis!
and in entertaining election news, a french bulldog was elected mayor of rabbit hash, kentucky. it's a thing, apparently. and can we take a moment to contemplate the fact that this town is legitimately called rabbit hash.