Of Architecture and Recalcitrant Metatarsals: A Love Story
I should be on here a bit more. School has given me a need to both organize my thoughts and vent.
My first day of architecture was...interesting. Saturday the 18th of August was Welcome Day. My husband was out of town and I dutifully put on my trusty helmet, mounted my bicycle and went to the school. At least, that is what was supposed to happen.I found myself on my knees in my driveway with no idea how I got there and my foot hurt. I shrugged it off and took the car to school instead.
Once there I became irate when the college, which gives lip service to sustainability, gave me a t-shirt that was made in China. After two hours of the same- ole, same- ole I had the feeling that something was very wrong. I looked at my foot, which I suddenly could no longer walk on. It was swollen to twice its size.
I went home early and called my husband, but told him I thought it was just a bad sprain. I elevated it and put frozen soybeans on it, but the swelling didn't go down. Tom got back that night but I didn't want to go to the emergency room on a Saturday night. The next morning I went to the local clinic and the nurse took one look and said that I needed the ER. I went to the ER and they looked at my foot and got me a wheelchair and took me to see the doc immediately.
Turns out I snapped my 5th metatarsal. Urgh. Just as school started.
My Prof has nicknamed me Hop-along. I'm getting better at getting around on the crutches, but it is difficult. The swelling finally went down enough to out me in a smurf blue cast instead of the huge splint. I had to drop one class so that I could concentrate better on my Arch courses. I have three more weeks of this cast, then perhaps a weight bearing boot and the start of physical therapy. My calf is already half the size of my non-gimpy leg.
On the upside, my classes seem to be going well. My design and my craft are already good and I like my Profs. I just attended a lecture on Mendelssohn by a visiting German historian.
They play a piece of music at the beginning of my Intro class, which is a blessing and a curse. I love music of all types, but something particularly beautiful can make me cry. Yesterday he played Arvo Part's In Memory of Benjamin Britten, and I began to wibble. Luckily, I sit in the back due to gimpiness and no one noticed. Great acoustics in the theatre though.
How is this a love story?
Tom. Tom rawks. He has taken care of me extremely well, driven me around, takes off work to get me to and from school, escorts me to class, carries my things, fetches supplies, cooks me good things to eat, makes sure I take anti-inflammatories, props my foot up, gets my favorite blanket/diet soda/sketchbook, whatever I may need and hasn't bitched even once. He's been so busy taking care of me he hasn't been able to jump out of a plane in over a month.
He is the sweetest man in the world.
My first day of architecture was...interesting. Saturday the 18th of August was Welcome Day. My husband was out of town and I dutifully put on my trusty helmet, mounted my bicycle and went to the school. At least, that is what was supposed to happen.I found myself on my knees in my driveway with no idea how I got there and my foot hurt. I shrugged it off and took the car to school instead.
Once there I became irate when the college, which gives lip service to sustainability, gave me a t-shirt that was made in China. After two hours of the same- ole, same- ole I had the feeling that something was very wrong. I looked at my foot, which I suddenly could no longer walk on. It was swollen to twice its size.
I went home early and called my husband, but told him I thought it was just a bad sprain. I elevated it and put frozen soybeans on it, but the swelling didn't go down. Tom got back that night but I didn't want to go to the emergency room on a Saturday night. The next morning I went to the local clinic and the nurse took one look and said that I needed the ER. I went to the ER and they looked at my foot and got me a wheelchair and took me to see the doc immediately.
Turns out I snapped my 5th metatarsal. Urgh. Just as school started.
My Prof has nicknamed me Hop-along. I'm getting better at getting around on the crutches, but it is difficult. The swelling finally went down enough to out me in a smurf blue cast instead of the huge splint. I had to drop one class so that I could concentrate better on my Arch courses. I have three more weeks of this cast, then perhaps a weight bearing boot and the start of physical therapy. My calf is already half the size of my non-gimpy leg.
On the upside, my classes seem to be going well. My design and my craft are already good and I like my Profs. I just attended a lecture on Mendelssohn by a visiting German historian.
They play a piece of music at the beginning of my Intro class, which is a blessing and a curse. I love music of all types, but something particularly beautiful can make me cry. Yesterday he played Arvo Part's In Memory of Benjamin Britten, and I began to wibble. Luckily, I sit in the back due to gimpiness and no one noticed. Great acoustics in the theatre though.
How is this a love story?
Tom. Tom rawks. He has taken care of me extremely well, driven me around, takes off work to get me to and from school, escorts me to class, carries my things, fetches supplies, cooks me good things to eat, makes sure I take anti-inflammatories, props my foot up, gets my favorite blanket/diet soda/sketchbook, whatever I may need and hasn't bitched even once. He's been so busy taking care of me he hasn't been able to jump out of a plane in over a month.
He is the sweetest man in the world.