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when it rains it…

13 December 2008

the list of not-so-much win in my life at the moment:

  • my wrist
  • the pain, from my wrist
  • the boredom, since I can’t really do much because of said wrist
  • medical bills from the past month or so (my back, then this…)
  • the pain, from being female & my uterus’ stupid monthly habit
  • the minor (sexual) frustration, from the obvious (*ahem* still single)
  • thinking your have a chance with someone, who appears to be interested in you, but finding out they’re in a relationship

but hey, at least I finally sold my car. (too bad all that money goes to my mom since I owe her for, well, college.)

edit: as of 10:30pm – and my friend got into a car accident on his way to pick me up for a party tonight.. he’s fine, but the car is totaled.

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gimp diaries: day III

12 December 2008

Falling asleep is easier.  And I’ve decided that this is a state of being that I should be in more.  It’s basically the only time I get a break from the pain.

I’ve been bitching and moaning a lot, and will be for the next ever.  Now don’t mistake my woe for mere hyperbole.  Oh no, I am indeed in pain.  I’ve been about at an 8 or above since the accident and the shock/embarrassment wore off.

pain_p2(click the graphic for more info)

So 3 days of pain.  Pain that’s been on the same severity.  Pain that makes me want to stab my arm, or at the very least gnaw it off.  I hate my wrist.  I don’t want my wrist.  I want a shiny new cyborg super wrist.

It’s been like having a car park on your wrist for a few days… every once in a while some one gets in the car for a bit, maybe they have a party in there.  Or it’s like getting your wrist smashed by a large sledge and then put into a vise.  Not to mention this is the worse my paresthesia has been.  I can feel all the painful muscle spasms.  When I move it feels like things are hitting each other in there.

For 3 straight days of pain… I’m definitely irritable (more so than normal).  I’m definitely finding myself trying to fight back tears.  And I’m definitely ready for this to be over.  For all this pain, there had better be something wrong.  There has to be something to justify and for my mind to rationalize all of this.  Otherwise, some one’s getting cast-slapped.

maybe the doctors should have given me Rx pain meds...

maybe the doctors should have given me Rx pain meds...

the slippery are very crafty

10 December 2008

slip03well… it’s happened.

I fell on my ass.  hard.

I predicted this would happen at least twice this year… so, one down?

it was right under the Noyes street CTA, there was a 2×3 foot patch of ice on a slight decline, and I hit it, dead on.  Fell right on my ass.  And, unfortunately, I used my wrists to catch me — so I landed on them with all my weight first.
People around me asked if I was okay, and in shock I said I was okay (just really embarrassed)… no one helped me up… not even one of my old work friends who was behind me.  He just gave me a look and kept going.  Jackass.

When I went to open one of the doors, my wrist popped.  And that’s when I actually realized, hey I’m in a lot of pain.  The shock of hitting my ass so hard finally wore off and I ended up having to fight back tears.  I already had bruising by that point.  I get into the office, call a nurse at my doctor’s office… and then go tell my boss that I’m going to the hospital.  That’s when I lost it.  All the emotion built up from the fall just released — and released onto my boss.

My boss talked with the main office, and Tasneem — our temp PA — drove me to the ER.  Some poking, a lot of pain, more crying, more poking, some xrays, some ice…. then some rest.  At this point, we can’t see if I’ve fractured my wrist yet.  I managed to land on a very finicky bone.  So in a week I’ll go see a bone specialist, do some more xrays and find out if I did any damage.  So I’ve got a cast (sort of) on my left wrist and a small splint on my right.   It’s just ice, rest, and over the counter pain killers for the next week.

stupid ice

stupid ice

What we need in the US is better signage to warn us of these dangers….

slip04

an open letter to the male species:

4 December 2008

I’d like to say that I’ve enjoyed our interactions in the past.  You’ve served as close friends, brothers (biological and otherwise), mentors, boyfriends, lovers and just general eye-candy.  I’ve appreciated that.  But can I just say, some of you are just damn frustratingly attractive.

It’s quite distracting.  My mind goes to goo, any connection I had from my brain to my mouth is practically destroyed, and I turn into an embarrassingly giggly mess.  If it seems like I’m not paying attention to you, it’s probably true.  I’m probably thinking about how much I’d rather just be making out with you — or sometimes more.  Even if it does seem like you have my full attention, there’s a good chance my mind is elsewhere.

Somewhere in history the idea that empowering women meant letting them make the moves and all that, so as not to force your masculinity on us and to show us that you think we’re equals… However, you send mixed signals when you run away with your tail between your legs after a girl shows interest.  I’m still not afraid to give out my number to someone I find attractive, but I wouldn’t mind having a guy take initiative and ask me to hang out or get drinks or whatever.  I’ve given you the means to contact me, so do it.  It’d be nice to be pursued every now and again.

To you attractive males, I shake my fist at your hotness.  You’ve tempted me with your attractive personalities and bodies to match.  I’m not necessarily looking for anything specific or grand or anything, but let’s just cut to the chase and have some fun and see where it goes.

Frustratingly yours,
Rini

PS- making out is fun, there should be more of that…  just a thought.

damn my… poor choice for a saturday night…

26 October 2008

this is a complete waste of a saturday night.
a completely disappointment.

all I’ve done today is get an x-ray of my neck taken at the hospital (I’ve been in a lot of pain this past week, especially the last three days)…

But tonight is just a massive void.

It seems everyone has plans… I could have. Dan and Adam are going to/at a costume party. With my pain medication and muscle relaxers, I’m not supposed to consume alcohol — which I can go to a party and not drink, Dan certainly does. Last night at the Green Mill I didn’t drink either. I think it’s more of the number of unfamiliar people. I’d rather just spend tonight with my friends, enjoying each other’s company and conversation, eating cookies and ice cream.

I’m starting to regret not being in the mood for a party.

Turning your Wednesday into a Monday, a narrative…

24 September 2008

So, typically (at least in some popular media), Monday is typically the worse day of the week.
It’s what we dread.  Or at least are told to.

Now, I don’t dread Wednesdays.  Nor do I really dread Mondays either…
However, this morning, this Wednesday morning, was slightly less than ideal.

Last night I decided to head into the City of Wind and check out an open mic night with a friend.  I hadn’t planned on staying in the Northern Territories that evening anyway, but my original plans were canceled and I didn’t really feel like staying home.
Regardless of going out — which I did return by 12:30a — that’s not what tipped the dominoes and toppled my morning.

My roommate, who generally showers in the evenings, beat me to the bathroom this morning.  My alarm hadn’t even gone off by the time she was in there.  So, rather than starting at my normal time, I was pushed back a bit.  This has happened before, and generally does not result in me being late.  I actually allow for a bit more time in the morning just in case this happens.

After my shower, I was mentally and nearly physically going through my entire woredrobe trying to find something I deemed suitable to wear for work (this is while trying to take care of two kittens).  This isn’t a jeans and t-shirt job.  Even though my boss wears jeans almost every day, I still have to dress “business casual” (though I am known to slack, jeans and a nice, clean shirt work for me).  Typically, I’m dressed by 7a — today, I didn’t even start putting clothes on until 7:15a.

Typically, again, I leave the apartment just after 7:30a, which allows me to saunter down to the train station to make the 7:41a Purple northbound.  However, the kittens being the adorable fuzzy demon children they are, I found myself continually moving books and important papers, along with removing them from my desk.  However, today the kittens decided to sample my book arts materials, more importantly, the paste paper I had made during my last undergraduate class ever.  My kittens have a serious case of the noms.

After putting away my bag of book arts supplies, I was able to leave home at 7:50a.  Being stalled slightly by a fellow passenger who decided to block the first turnstile while also being an obstacle for the other, I made it to the platform just after the train pulled away (the one after the 7:41).  It was after 8a when the next train came.  I am supposed to unlock the facility doors at 8a.

By the time all of this is done and I finally make it into the office, it’s nearly 8:30a.

Each one of these events wouldn’t normally be enough to make me late, but for whatever reason whatever deity or force you or I believe in decided that they all needed to occur this morning.  And since I was out the night before, my mind is telling me that I was irresponsible and shouldn’t have gone out on a work night.  However, I know completely that my going to the open mic with my friend played little impact on me being late to work.

So, basically, this is just a rant of my morning.