Three months ago I embarked on my own personal little homebuying odyssey. Delay after delay after screwed up inspection after lost paperwork after delay later, I finally (FINALLY) closed the sale on my house yesterday afternoon. Yay! Much singing and dancing ensued. We had the U-haul, we had friends, we started loading. I’ve been looking forward to this day for months; I’ve never owned a house before, and I’ve been decorating in my head and daydreaming about Thanksgiving and Christmas, and planning the yard…I’ve never been so excited about anything in my life. I’m not scheduled to go back to work until tomorrow night, so the plan was we’d get the last of our stuff moved today, and then I could spend all day tomorrow in happy domestic bliss, cleaning and re-arranging furniture 'til my little heart’s content.
So of course this morning I slipped off the edge of the driveway into a soft spot on the lawn and broke my stupid fucking ankle. Wheee! I’m totally out of commission, I still don’t have everything over to the new house, the old house is a 2nd floor apartment, I can’t put any weight on my damn foot, and I’m just generally pissed off. After all the ups and downs of trying to buy a house I stupidly thought that once I had the keys in my hand it would all be clear sailing, but nooooo; my inner clumsiness just had to pick the exact WRONG moment to come to the fore. It all sucks with a major order of suckitude.
So fuck you broken ankle, and fuck you whatever herpetic evil-minded mole tunnelled under the ground and softened it, and while I’m at it fuck you hospital for putting a cast on my ankle, telling me not to walk on it, and then not giving me any crutches. But thank the gods for my best friend who immediately, after getting me to the hospital, got on the phone and got the whole rest of the week arranged so I can at least be out of the old place by Friday.
And thank goodness for Vicodin. Blame any typos on it.
Eh, I’ve had both. They both suck in different ways. I can sympathize. I’m currently recovering from having a tumor removed from my foot. Surgery was last Friday, home from hospital on Sunday, today was the first time I ventured out of the house on crutches. The upside is that I’m getting a fabulous ab workout. And the drugs don’t suck.
A girl here at my office broke her ankle not an hour ago. She was wearing those flip-flop thongs that have about a 4" sole, and was trying to stand on her tiptoes to reach something on top of a file cabinet. Now I know why they call then “flip-flops” - she did a flip and then landed flop on her butt.
Sorry about your ankle. Yes, a pox on evil killer nazi moles.
Bleh. It feels a little better today, but I still can’t put my weight on it. And I tried to run my washing machine today and the outflow drain overflows when the water drains too fast. :mad:
But I got a brand spanking new fridge this morning! It’s a Frigidaire with a chrome finish, and the inside is all sparkly and clean, so I think I’m just going to not put anything inside it, ever.
And I STILL have crap I have to get moved tomorrow, and I’m working 12 hours tonight and 12 tomorrow night. Oh, I’m a grumpy camper. Fucking ankle.
No, no, you have to put in some oranges, a head of lettuce, a bottle of soda, and some eggs, so your fridge can look like an ad for a fridge! Maybe some blue-lidded Tupperwares with colorful things inside, too.
Argh! Many sympathies to you, and much empathy as well. I did quite a number on my leg three years ago. It did suck most horrendously.
Best wishes for a VERY speedy recovery (though the decorating part might not be quiiiiiite what you’re hoping for. I’m also a new home [condo] owner, I’m on paint color number two in my kitchen and still debating about whether it’s my “to die for” correct color that I wanted or not).
Painting is not as fun as they make it look on HGTV.
I’ll add my sympathies, too, especially since I spent last summer laid up with a bad knee. At one point, I found beating the daylights out of my sofa cushions with my cane to be very satisfying. It took the edge off my frustration. On the other hand, most places have wheelchairs or electric carts for days when you have to get out but can’t walk much. Trust me, it’s easier grocery shopping with a cart than on crutches!
By the way, please tell me you asked how you were supposed to not walk on it without using crutches. It sounds rather confusing to me. Meanwhile, enjoy the drugs!
Okay, mine isn’t nearly as bad, but I sprained my finger about 10 minutes ago. I’ve sprained it twice before, but this time takes the cake for sheer… ignobility. I was pulling out of a parking lot and my hand didn’t quite slide across the wheel properly. My finger stuck and went “snap!” and I felt the gentle numbness that indicates finger sprainage. However. there is an upside: I know it’s not as painful as your break, and you don’t have to be ashamed of your clumsiness because Harbinger is so much worse than you’ll ever be.
I’ve been battling a shattered shoulder (top of the humerus to be exact) for almost four months now – seven weeks on a German-made SMDS plastic contraption – and over five weeks of sadistic rehab.
Then again, maybe you have a better excuse than I. I shouldn’t be playing balls-out raquetball against kids half my age.
Ironically, the one thing that keeps me going is the chance to do it again. The playing part anyway. Then again, I’ve no doubt I’m not the smartest half-century guy around.
My commiserations FWIW. It’ll get better soon and you’ll be able to enjoy your new digs before you know it.
::: I should know, I tell myself basically the same BS everyday :::
