Elsja Down Under

Tsunami?? July 15, 2009

From the Bureau of Meteorology:

TSUNAMI WARNING NUMBER 3 FOR PARTS OF NEW SOUTH WALES
Issued by the Joint Australian Tsunami Warning Centre [JATWC] at
09:25 PM EST on Wednesday 15 July 2009

For latest and further information call 1300 TSUNAMI [1300 878 6264] or visit
www.bom.gov.au

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In the words of Michael Doig…

Airports June 17, 2009

Airports used to be exciting places. Going to an airport meant you were going somewhere cool or picking up loved ones who were coming to visit! Now 90% of the time, airports are filled with goodbyes for me. I’m almost always saying goodbye to someone. When I flew here I had to say adios to Andrew thinking I wouldn’t see him for 3 weeks.  Then he ended up making it out here which was awesome, but tonight I just had to drop him off and say goodbye again for another 2 weeks.  I also had to say goodbye to my sister and her family from Texas tonight since they’ll be heading off to the airport tomorrow. And then in 2 weeks I’ll have to say goodbye to my friends and family once more when I head back to Australia. Seriously, there aren’t too many happy trips to the airport these days. Even when I’m really excited to see one person (or group of people) I’m always having to say goodbye to someone else I love in the process.

I don’t like goodbyes. I’ve had WAY too many of them in my lifetime (well,  really in the last 3.5 years), but I guess that’s what happens when you are in a long distance relationship forever and then move all the way across the world.

Revenge May 25, 2009

And now for the tale of Andrew’s revenge. It’s not really that great, and I’ve probably built it up over the last few days… but the truth is- I was just too lazy to post about it then.

So the other night as I was brushing my teeth, Andrew was singing as he was walking around the apartment and I made some snotty face at him. The face was NOT due to his singing, but rather something else obnoxious that he had done (I can’t even remember what it was). So he proceeds to tell me that I always make snotty faces when he sings.

Well… I DO NOT!

I reminded him that my face was due to his other obnoxious action and asked him to take his comment back. He refused. I asked again. He refused. So I finally took my toothbrush (full of foamy toothpaste) and wiped it on his face. I then went to the bathroom to finish brushing my teeth and to wait for the impending revenge that I KNEW would take place. I so wanted to lock the bathroom door, but our door sucks and even when it’s locked you can just push it open. I knew I was in for it –  I just didn’t know what the revenge would be, so I kinda just stood their brushing and waiting.

I heard him coming… I started to cringe. I kinda expected him to pour water on me or something innocent like that. If only I were so lucky.

No, he decided to come and shove his finger in my mouth and smear it on my face. A finger full of Vegemite. This is probably one of the last things you want shoved in your mouth as you are brushing your teeth. Vegemite is supposed to be spread THINLY on a slice of bread (and even then it is still repulsive if you ask me) but you are DEFINITELY not supposed to eat a big clump of it.

I just sat there with my mouth open trying to decide how to deal with this situation without vomiting. It was all over my toothbrush and face! SO GROSS. Eventually I was able to get my teeth, tongue, face and toothbrush all cleaned up by breathing through my mouth and just rinsing (without swishing). Luckily it’s not too sticky so it all washed out pretty easily with minimal contact to taste buds.

Seriously though, that was mean revenge on his part. Wiping toothpaste on someones face is much nicer than nearly making someone puke! I guess should think twice before I wipe my toothbrush on his face again!

Something New to Fear May 20, 2009

I’ve never feared rain… well, other than the times when I just straighten my hair and I don’t want it to turn into a giant fro ball! No, the rain has never REALLY bothered me. Thunder storms were pretty cool too.

Not anymore.

I was working in my bedroom this evening with the curtains open. It started raining around 3:45pm as Andrew was getting ready for work. I heard thunder twice… it was clearly very far away. I’m pretty sure I saw a flash of lightning as well, but it was no biggy. Nothing out of the ordinary. At about 4:00pm Andrew walked out the door with the rain still pouring down. He said “I’ll be home in a few hours, as long as I don’t crash.” Clearly I got annoyed… not a funny joke! And as he left I kind of had that moment of worry, like “what if something does happen to him and this is the last time I see him.”  I don’t think like that too often, but his comment just brought out the thought and so of course I was immediatly a bit sensitive when he left.

About 20 seconds later out of the corner of my eye I saw a REALLY bright flash.  Normal lightning  just lights up the sky with an overall glow, like a strobe light, and if you’re lucky you might even see a bolt off in the distance.  This was different, MUCH different. This looked more like a yellow and gold glowing fireball.  Before I could even turn my head completely to look out the window, the thunder struck. When I say “the thunder” I mean THE THUNDER! I can’t even explain the sound. It was the loudest thunder I’ve ever heard in my life. It crashed with a loud sharp (and long) clap and bang and then vibrated for a few seconds afterwards. The apartment shook and immediately car alarms all down my street started blaring.

Since this entire event took all of 5 seconds from start to finish it didn’t give me much time to think about what had just happened. But without even thinking, I immediately KNEW that  the lightning had just struck something on my street…

…and Andrew had just walked out the door.

I panicked. I started shaking and ran to try to find my phone. I found it in my purse and called him.

No answer.

I’ve been scared before- startled, shocked. I’ve had my blood pump, my heart race, my hands shake along with all those other fight or flight emotions that kick in when something makes you jump out of your skin. But never has something scared me so strongly so quickly that it made me feel like I was going to throw up. Today, it did. 

I sat there staring out the window, trying to determine if I could see anything. I wanted to run out the door to see if Andrew was out there, but considering the lightning had stuck less than a minute before, I didn’t think that was a wise idea. Luckily the phone rang about 10 seconds later and it was Andrew.  He actually witnessed the bolt hit a house across the street. Luckily his car was on the opposite side of the road, but he was still within a few hundred feet of the strike. He hadn’t answered my call because he was trying to get into his car quickly right after it happened. His ears were ringing and within 5 minutes he had a gained a nice little headache.

There was no more thunder or lightning after that.

It took me awhile to calm down. I don’t usually get shaken up like that, but even an hour later, I still felt a bit shaky. I finally felt like I was over it, but then I had to go get dinner. I ordered a pizza from the shop downstairs which meant I had to go outside to get it. It was still pouring and it didn’t help that my entire apartment building was pitch black . I assume the lightning killed the power or something. I managed to make my way downstairs,  nearly missing the last step since I couldn’t see. As soon as I opened the door I freaked. I did NOT want to go out into the rain. When the big lightning struck earlier, there was no warning. It’s not like I could hear it getting closer and closer over time. It just came out of nowhere. So how could I ever know it wouldn’t happen again?

Yes, I think I am now traumatized. I ran all the way to and from the pizza shop. When I got back, the shaky, dizzy feelings had returned. I seriously hope this will be short-lived. When I was young, if we had an earthquake I’d end up sleeping in my parents’ bedroom for MONTHS. I really don’t want to be stuck in the house forever for fear of going out in the rain. But I guess at least my hair won’t turn into a frizzy fluffball!

One is Silver and the Other’s Gold May 11, 2009

Tonight as I was sitting down to blog, I was reminded of that old song I learned in Girl Scouts…

“Make new friends, but keep the old. One is silver and the other’s gold. A circle is round, it has no end. That’s how long I will be your friend.”

Ok, so does this mean new friends will never be as precious as the old?? That kind of sucks.

Every time I go back to California to visit , I remember what it’s like to have my best girlfriends there by my side! I love it and miss it and wish I could have my friends with me always. When I come back to Sydney, I kind of settle back in the comfort zone of hanging out with Andrew and his friends 98% of the time and that longing for my friends sort of dissipates. Of course I have made some friends here and they are all great, but the feeling just doesn’t compare to the feeling I have when I’m with the  friends I’ve known forever. It’s hard because some of my new friends live a bit too far to make it convenient to hang out… or, because some are really great but already have their established circle of besties that you only really join in on for special events. 

New friends are great, but do we sit on the floor in the hallway and do each other’s make up? Do I sit on the toilet while one of them does my hair and shows me how to wear my new hat? Do we sip cocktails for the fun of it as we’re getting ready to go out while we laugh and reminisce about things that happened 10 years ago? Unfortunately we don’t. I would love to… but it just doesn’t happen.

Having Amanda and Stephen here this last week reminded me what it’s like to have a best friend around. Sure I remember what it’s like every time I go home, but it’s different when your old friends come and visit you and take part in your new life. Until this week, none of my friends had ever really met any of Andrew’s best friends (with a few exceptions). Until this week, none of my friends had ever seen my apartment or my city for that matter.  Until this week, I had never had a best friend around to go shopping and compare accessory choices with. Having a boyfriend is great and all, but he doesn’t know how to french braid my hair! 

I look at my sister who is 7 years older than me and I know that some of her best friends are friends she’s made in the last  few years. So I know it IS possible to become super close to someone you meet later in life, but I just don’t know how it could ever feel the same as the closeness you share with the friends you make in your teenage years.

I miss my friend and her wonderful boyfriend. We had a great week (which went by way too fast). Now it’s back to reality. Reality of knowing that I will never have my old friends here with me by my side. Sometimes reality sucks. I am now completely dependent on new friends, the silver friends, but hopefully some day silver can become gold.  

And yes, I will give an update on what we did and where we went and all that fun stuff… but I’m waiting for Amanda’s pictures since I seem to have only taken some on 2 drunken nights. I’ll at least post 1 pic for the time being. One of me and my friend Amanda. It was a great week

Swine Flu April 28, 2009

I’d like to share with you my feelings on infected ham snot.

I am not afraid of the swine flu. It’s the flu. I haven’t gotten any sort of flu in over 6 years and I don’t plan on getting this pig  disease either.

Yet another reason I don’t care to eat swine.

Seriously though, why do people freak out so much? People die of the REGULAR flu every year. Mexican hospitals are clearly not up to par with health standards since they are the only country to report any deaths (for now). But seriously… people get flus every year. No more reason to worry about this particular one, right?

I’ll tell you what I AM afraid of…

This porky virus causing people to freak out like they did with SARS which would therefore cause flights to cancel which would therefore cause problems for Amanda and Stephen when they fly here next week!

Why are my feet so tasty? April 25, 2009

Seriously…

Why must my feet and legs taste so delicious. I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve been attacked by mosquitoes (Aussie translation: mozzies) on my feet. What is it that attracts them to that one particular area of my body? Sure I’ll get one on my arm or back from time to time, but 90% of the bites I get are located from my calves down. I just did a little Google research and discovered that mosquitoes are attracted to stinky, smelly feet. Hmm… I didn’t think my feet stunk that bad!! And really, that doesn’t explain why I still get bites after taking baths at night.

While I’m on the topic of these foul creatures, I have a few other questions.

Why must they always bite in the exact area where my flip flops (Aussie translation: thongs) rub against as I walk?

How do mosquitos even find my legs and feet when they are curled up under my butt when I’m on the couch completely covered by a blanket?

Since when do mosquito bites hurt? One of the latest from last night bit me on the bottom of my right foot, right in the middle of the arch. I couldn’t even walk for awhile without pain. It was stinging and burning and hot. Whatever happened to the simple itch?

What is a mosquito’s purpose in life? No really, I’m serious. I know spiders are ugly but they kill other unwanted bugs. Bees sting but they help pollinate. What the hell do mosquitoes do other cause agony and spread disease?

While doing my Google research, I founds some really helpful tips for repelling mosquitos on THIS SITE. Some of them were pretty funny so I thought I’d share in case any of you have a problem with these feet biting demon bugs like I do!

Eat garlic. Mosquitoes (and vampires) dislike the natural skin secretion caused by garlic. If you don’t mind like smelling like a Pizza Hut bread stick, a daily dose of 1,500 mg of fresh garlic or a 15 mg capsule will do the trick.

Attract bats. Some say that one small, brown bat can catch 600 mosquitoes per hour. Build or buy yourself a bat house.

Drink tonic water, with or without gin, vodka or other choices of spirits.

Vinegar. If you don’t mind smelling like a pickle, rub vinegar on yourself.

Hmm… eating garlic breadsticks and drinking vodka tonics doesn’t sound so bad!

UGH April 9, 2009

I just accidently deleted the last 10 comments or so that you guys have left. Some I hadn’t even read yet. I was trying to clean out junk and I clicked the wrong checkbox! So annoyed. So, if you’ve left a comment in the last few days- please feel free to leave it again since I didn’t even have a chance to read most of the ones that were deleted! Sad.

Saying Goodbye March 17, 2009

I had to say goodbye to my parents today I am lucky that they did stay an extra few days (they were originally supposed to leave Friday) but it’s still hard to say goodbye. The place feels so empty without their bags and clothes and stuff. We had such an amazing time with them here! In addition to the stuff I already posted about- here are some more great things we were able to do while they were here…

• We went to the markets at the Rocks and Andrew’s dad and sister came with!
• We all went to Manly for lunch and to show them where Andrew and I first met.
• Mom & dad went for a walk around Watson’s Bay to see the oldest lighthouse in Australia while I worked (thanks Daisy and MC for the suggestions)! Now I really want to go on this walk with Andrew. My mom literally said it was one of the most beautiful places she’s ever been!
• I took them to Centrepoint tower for an overpriced (but yummy) cocktail.
• Mom & dad visited the Sydney museum (they weren’t impressed) and they Hyde Park Barracks (they were impressed).
• We all went to breakfast at Balmoral beach with Paul and Veronica!
• Mom & Dad went on a dinner cruise around the Harbour while Andrew and I were out at pre-planned parties on Saturday night. They said it was great!
• We went on a walk and took them to middle head to show them all the old navy stuff.
• Andrew and I took my mom to an early “mother’s day tea” (since we took my dad on the bridge climb for a bday/father’s day gift). It was at Gunners Barracks and it was really nice! They even “refilled” the sandwiches for free and the views were great. The weather was beautiful and calm.

I really don’t think we could have packed too much more into the 2 weeks they were here. Well, maybe not without passing out from exhaustion. Having them here made me realize just how much there is to do in this city! There is so much that I just don’t do! LIke taking a ferry to cicular quay… it’s so easy and it’s a beautiful ride. WHY don’t I do this more? I moved here and haven’t even taken advantage of all the things this place has to offer. It’s actually pretty sad

Anyways… we had a wonderful time and I was really sad to see them go. They must be somewhere over the Pacific (a little past Hawaii) right about now. Hopefully they’ve had a good flight.

We have over 200 pictures and since my internet is so slow, I decided to just upload 60 of them for now. I’m sure I’ll upload more at a later time. Here are a small sample for anyone who is interested.

It’s Been Too Long January 20, 2009

So a long time ago, Jen created a blog called “Love/Don’t Love.” So, some of us have followed suit with our own editions of that particular theme at various times in our nerdy blogging pasts. For some of my historical posts… see here:

1. All Grown Up

2. Loves/Don’t Loves for the Week

3. About That Time

4. Yes I’m Copying Jen

So now it’s time for my latest edition since it has just been way too long!

1. I love the Twilight book series. In fact, I don’t just love it… I’m completely and pathetically obsessed with it. Nicole suggested that I join the facebook group entitled “Because I read Twilight, I have unrealistic expectations in men.” I might just have to join. Although I love my wonderful boyfriend dearly…sometimes I think it would be nice if he were a super romantic vampire. I also love that I got my sister obsessed with the books as well… and that even my mom is reading them…I really want to post an entire blog dedicated to my new obsession, but I think I’ll leave that until I finish the whole series.

In the meantime… 

2. I LOVE the Twilight movie. Ok, so they left some stuff  out, but nothing too crucial. Besides, Edward made up for anything they might have left out- he could have just walked back and forth across the screen for 2 hours and I would have been happy. I saw it last night and it just made my gay obsession even stronger and more pathetic.

3. I love that it has been beautiful and sunny the entire time I have been in California.

4. I (don’t) love that I packed the WRONG clothes for beautiful and sunny weather.

5. I love Andrew… I miss him.

6. I (don’t) love saying goodbye to my family and friends.

7. I love my new Sangria/lemonade/other refreshing beverage pitcher that Shannon got me for Christmas.

8. I love that I get really cheap flights.

9. I (don’t) love being on standby and never knowing if I’ll actually GET ON my flights. We shall see tomorrow… but I may be stuck here a bit longer!

10. I (don’t) love that I need about 5 suitcases to get everything home.

11. Did I mention I love the Twilight book series? So far Eclipse (the 3rd book) is my fave… but I’m on to the 4th so we shall see.

12. I (don’t) love that the books are going to end… it will be a sad, sad day in my life.

13. I (don’t) love 14 hour flights… but I don’t mind them so much when I have a 500+ page book to read, 4 episodes of grey’s anatomy and gossip girl to watch and a box full of Ambien.

14. I love French Line “Ruban Bleu” tea. It is the most tasty delish tea ever! So glad I discovered it when my best friends from high school and I went to tea on Sunday (which I also loved).

15. I (don’t) love that I still can’t walk properly and my foot still hurts I really never anticipated this much trouble when I tried to catch that stupid bouquet!

16. Lastly, I love that my parents are coming to visit next month, so even though it will be hard to say goodbye, I’ll get to see them again very soon!

Australia Post Sucks December 17, 2008

I hope many many people google “Australia Post Sucks” and find this post about my miserable hatred for the loser Aussie postal workers. Australia Post sucks when it comes to delivering packages. Until recently, I thought it was just our shitty delivery guy- but turns out TONS of people have this problem.

We have the most usless prick for a postman. A few months back I got a prescription in the mail… well, technically I got one of those little cards saying I had a package at the post office. I didn’t think anything of it because back then, we only checked our mail every few days so there was actually a chance that we were gone when it was delivered.

So last week we got another card in the mail. Well, seeing as how I have a broken foot and don’t often leave the house unless I have to, I was pissed because we were DEFINITELY home the day he left that card in the mail. Oddly though, we couldn’t figure out what it was that he was supposed to be delivering. Andrew walked to the PO to get the mystery package. Since he didn’t know what it was supposed to be, AND the postman hadn’t even left a reference number on the card, they told him they didn’t have anything under our name or address.

Andrew called to complain. A few days later, we figured out that the package was the case of wine we ordered (usually it was delivered by a courier but they changed to Australian Post). Now we were REALLY pissed…they LOST our wine? Well, Andrew walked back up to the post office to complain again, but this time they had the box- meaning he had to carry the case of wine all the way down our street. ALL because the useless postal worker was too lazy to bring the box up to our apartment.

When Andrew called the post office again, they said this happens a lot because the postal workers are just contract employees… Umm… so they know they have a problem but do nothing to fix it? We saw the postal guy outside once and Andrew asked if he rings the bell… of course he said yes.

So then a few days later another package came in the mail. This time we got a BUZZZZZZZZZZZZ BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ BUUUUUZZZZZZZZZZZ on our intercom. Surely it must be a friend because no one else would be that rude an annoying to hold the buzzer down that long. Well, whatya know? it’s the post man. Ironic that after we complain, only THEN does he ANNOYINGLY buzz our apartment 3 long times. He says “a lot of people don’t hear the buzzers.” Well how about this… Buzz once, like any normal human being. If you don’t get an answer after 10 seconds, try again. We’ve NEVER had anyone tell us we didn’t hear them buzz, so nice excuse.

Then yesterday Andrew came home from an overnight trip and asked if any packages have been delivered… he’s expecting 5 and I’m expecting 1. Nope… no packages. I’ve been home non-stop except for dinner for the last 2 days (boring I know).

Well, we checked the mailbox and sure enough, 2 more cards in the box. Same handwriting… no delivery time noted, no reference number noted. One was from the 15th and one from the 16th.

JACKASS

So Andrew “scheduled” a call with the Australian Post for today at 9:30am to put in another complaint. Then he walked up to the post office AGAIN where he picked up the two most recent packages. He overheard someone say “yeah they only deliver to houses, not to apartments”

Could you imagine saying to your boss. “Yeah I’ll only work on the easy projects, not the pain in the ass ones” and having your boss say “yeah that’s fine, we’ll just manage the complaints we get over and over.”

Seriously… what can we do? We pay for shipping on these items and then we end up having to go to the post office EVERY TIME (except once) to pick them up.
Today Andrew put a note on our mailbox stating: “PACKAGES…Please ring the bell… WE ARE HOME!”

His note was much nicer than the one I wanted to write: “Dear postman, stop being a lazy PRICK, do your JOB and deliver our effing packages.”

Withering Away December 15, 2008

Want a surefire way to get skinnier legs? DON’T USE THEM!

My left leg is withering away to nothing. While usually one would think it was great to have their legs shrink and become skinny- it’s not so great when the other leg is still the same size. My calf muscle looks concaved and droopy. My lower thigh looks quite good- but it still doesn’t match the other leg.

I’ve never felt so disproportioned. I’ve never looked at myself and thought “ew, my skinny leg looks gross.” There’s a first for everything I guess.

There is some good news today. Andrew worked. Amazing, I know. He’s off on an overnight shift- his first shift in nearly 2 weeks! I think it’s good for him to be back at work. For the last 2 weeks he’s been like a housewife- cooking, cleaning and taking care of good ol’ gimpy moi. I know it hasn’t been fun for him- but he’s been a good sport. He just needed to get out of the house and fly planes and do math in his head and all that brainy stuff. Hopefully he enjoys his 1 1/2 days of work because after tomorrow, he’ll most likely be off until after New Years.

Up and Down… Happy and Sad… December 10, 2008

First I decorated our tree… our HALF tree that we accidentally bought. Yes, it is half of a tree. It is pushed up right next to the window. We were really angry at first that we spent a lot of money on half of a tree, but then we realized it fits much better in the apartment anyways, so it was a blessing in disguise. it looked pretty. I was excited to see what it would look like at night and enjoy the beautiful sparkle of the lights and ornaments.

I was happy.

Then it got darker and we turned the lights on. It didn’t sparkle. The lights barely twinkle. It’s a dull dark tree. But there was no way to re-do it with new lights unless I took off all of the ornaments and then put them all back. That wasn’t going to happen.

So I was sad…

Yesterday I went to the orthopedic surgeon to get that bohemith of a prehistoric cast off. I waited for the doctor to say “you need surgery” or “let’s put your new cast on” but he didn’t! He said I’d be ok with just an ace bandage and maybe a splint for more support.

I was SO happy! I don’t have a picture to show my joy at this point, so I’ll just show you my original xray instead!

But then today after being in pain all night and morning, I tried calling around to see what it would take to get a removable splint put on. It really hurts without that giant, heavy plaster cast and I need something to make it more comfy and bearable. But I learned that my insurance doesn’t cover splints. Last week I changed plans (the day before this happened). If I was still on my old plan, I would be covered, but now… no coverage. I then called around to different physios to try to find someone who would do a splint for cheaper than the $230 we were quoted yesterday and talked to 3 different places who all said they don’t do splints in their office. Seriously… PAIN IN THE ASS.

Now I am sad… and hurting… but Andrew re-did my bandage so it’s super tight and a bit more supportive.

At least it covers up my swollen, purple and yellow granny cankle for the time being!!

 

Then tonight Andrew made me laksa for dinner. I was happy.

Mood swing city over here.

Old and Tattered December 3, 2008

My BFF Jen LOVES to blog about all the things that make her feel old… and until now, I haven’t really cared to join her. Sure I’ve had a comment here or there about being in my late 20s and feeling old and all… but this week it has REALLY hit me. I’m really starting to realize that 28 IS old. Here are the reasons why:

1. I am now one of those people that looks at doctors and dentists who are close to my age (or younger) and think… “is he old enough to be doing this?” or “I want someone with more experience.”- At the hospital this weekend I thought that about my orthopedic doctor (he looked about 22) and it freaked me out. Only OLD people think that doctors are too young. Until now, doctors have all naturally been older than me due to the amount of school that is required. But now that I am up there in the years, I’m starting to pass them by. It’s scary.
2. I have a noticible wrinkle on the left side of my forehead when I raise my eyebrows. It’s time for botox.
3. I’ve been looking at friends’ albums on facebook lately and when I’m looking at these photos I actually think to myself “wow these people look old” – and they are MY AGE! Sometimes I look at 40-somethings in bars and think “Should they really be THAT drunk?” “Don’t they have a husband and kids to go home to?” And it’s really sad that those are probably the exact thoughts an 18 year old kid would think about me and my friends!

In addition to feeling old this week, I of course am very tattered due to this stupid broken foot. I never realized how cruddy a cast could be.

1. I can’t go to the beach for fear of getting sand in it… and seriously, can you even use crutches in the sand? And not to mention the HORRIBLE tan I would get! Why oh why did I have to do this 2 days before the start of summer?
2. I can’t exercise and it’s pissing me off. It’s ok though because hopping up my steps, walking to the kitchen, getting dressed and taking a bath are all exercise enough and they totally cause me to lose my breath!! I know it could be worse, but stupid daily tasks are WAY harder than they normally would be. I just really don’t want to sit on my ass for 6 weeks and turn into a tubby! Can someone please bring me a Wii so I can at least sit on my couch and play Wii tennis and boxing? PRETTY PLEASE?
3. How am I supposed to drink a lot?? I thought of this just now when I got an invite to a Christmas party. I thought… eh- I may not be able to dance and walk around socializing, but I can still go! I’ll just sit on a chair and drink a lot!  But what happens when I have to walk to the car? Has anyone ever been drunk and tried to walk with crutches? If so… let me know how it went! I really don’t want to eat shit and break the other foot any time soon! I guess Andrew could always give me a piggy back ride like he did the night of my dreaded injury!
4. How am I supposed to go Christmas shopping? I planned to take the bus to go to the mall or wherever to buy Andrew his present(s) since obviously HE can’t take me to do it (that would ruin any surprise). But now what? I can’t even walk across the road to the car without feeling like I’m going to fall over and die, let alone take a bus to a mall… and then what happens when I buy something? How do i carry it around?
5. I had to sit on the kitchen floor and eat my cereal this morning. Usually Andrew is here to bring me food on the couch or to the table, but he was at work. Yesterday I managed to hop with a sandwich on a plate from the kitchen to the couch. But you can’t exactly hop with a bowl full of milk.

Ugh… I can’t handle 6 more weeks. THis REALLLLY makes me feel for people in wheelchairs their whole life. I just can’t imagine how horrible that must be!

I just would like to say a big thanks to my wooonderful boyfriend who is taking very good care of me! He’s been cooking and picking up my crap and doing dishes and the laundry. And thanks so much to Natasha for coming over last night to eat pizza with me and drink some wine. I’m glad I didn’t have to hang out all night by myself wallowing in my own self-pity.

Bouquet Toss Nightmare November 30, 2008

So last night started off great! We were at the wedding of Bec and Olly, it was beautiful, the wine was flowing, the food was delcious. 

Everyone was having a blast, until the time came to catch the bouquet. I kicked my heels off, you know, to prevent any injuries!! Kimbo and I had a strategy- we were going to pretend to fight it out. Well, turns out that it was thrown way over my head and I could tell there was NO way I’d even be close to catching it. But for some reason, I still managed to completely fall flat on my ass. Not sure how it even happened. I don’t even remember jumping, but clearly I did SOMETHING to cause me to eat shit. IMMEDIATELY I was in pain. LOTS of pain. I couldn’t stand up, I was halfway laughing and halfway fighting back tears. Someone helped me up- I don’t even know who (thanks whoever you are) and I just remember saying “I can’t walk, I can’t walk, I can’t walk…” Soon I was on a chair with people crowded around and ice on my foot. It swelled up REALLY quickly, it looked like there was a golf ball in my ankle.

After I threw up (I think the combo of pain and alcohol does that to you), I was wheeled out and taken to the emergency room. Thanks so much to Rob and Monica for driving Andrew and I there. The X-ray department was closed so I just got some pain meds and was given a referral to come back in the morning.

This morning I woke up and the huge golfball on my ankle was gone, but my whole foot had swollen up…

 

Sooo… we spent about 4 hours at the hospital today and eventually got the diagnosis. The ankle is just sprained, but my foot is broken! First broken bone ever! I’ve got a temporary cast on until next week. Then I have to go see an orthopedic surgeon to see if it looks like it’s healing. If it is, then I’ll get a permanent cast put on- but if it’s not healing right, I may need surgery.

I feel pretty crap. This cast is really heavy. I’m not comfortable. I have no energy to write a creative blog, so I’m just stating the facts.

At least the wedding was great! I posted some photos HERE and HERE (2 different albums).

Congrats to Bec and Olly!