Percocets, the new Walkmen album, and Crutches
I don't want to really get into it because I've already repeated the story ad nauseum and I am just tired. But today, while on a (failed) last ditch "doorbells for Dean" campaign, I took a nasty spill. I stepped funny off of a stair and twisted my ankle, heard a pop, and fell crashing down in pile of clipboards and Dean brochures. I got up, arrogantly, and tried to "walk it off" only to make it two blocks and opt to go to the hospital. By then, my ankle was as big as a softball and feeling very uncomfortable (this wasn't the most painful experience ever, but it is certainly beyond unplesantness or discomfort). Anyway, they fixed me up with a brace and sent me off, on crutches. I've never been on crutches before - and it should be clear, because if I had been on them, I would be dead. I swear, this will actually kill me. They are very exhausting and hard to maneuver (it's so frustrating because you work so hard to move so much slower than the people you walk beside). So this is frustrating, and crappy, and hard... so if you see me, please just hold my backpack, exercise your patience, and put up with my bitching longer than usual.
In the meantime, I've decided that I am entitled to a day off. They gave me this huge prescription of percocets and I am going to spend the day in bed, sleeping, recouping, and hopefully feeling well enough to navigate the crutches (the worst thing about crutches is that you are already hurt when you use them - double trouble). I'd like to go to campus to see my 7pm movie - but I don't see what good sitting in class / teaching is going to do anyone tomorrow. I have the new Walkmen album (Bows & Arrows) to sit and sift through. They are the rockingest rock band to ever rock... Tonight also brought a single treat - rather than just coming home to stew in my own pathetic misery, I stayed at Vilas to see "Punch Drunk Love" (a movie I am embarrassed to have never seen) and just adored it. I'll talk more about it later, sometime, but I think seeing a great film on 35mm actually made my ankle feel a little better.
The grand irony of all of this... I was out ringing doorbells for Dean and all, but because I spent the afternoon in the ER, I never made it to the polls. This is depressing and terrible and shameful... but I think that every time I vote from now on, I'll have a spiffy little anecdote to tell.
posted by lmjasinski at 11:17 PM
