Franiwack: 07/01/2006

wilson the pusher

thanks to wilson who sent me his NEW copy of nip / tuck season 1 to watch while trapped in bed 23 hours a day

i seriously got addicted and watched all 13 episodes in only 2 days

fantastic stuff

the happy couple

(thanks floey for the book!)

my midwest buddies

jamie and cathy
- treated me to zachary's on solano and yogurt park
- yay for them for taking me outside

the handicapped life

I don't recall my previous ankle sprains to ever have lasted as long as this break. My enthusiasm for crutches wasn't too high to begin with, and now it's just lapsed into a begrudging gratefulness for being my main source of mobility.

Sure, my arms are getting stronger, but I'm more worried about the strain I'm placing on my wrists, which were already bruised to begin with when I fell off Bonecrusher the first time.

I'm doing pretty well on crutches but it still can't beat normal walking. Some people are so kind to me but I couldn't bear to slow them down, so I guess I'll have to look forward to seeing Seattle some other day.

At Target yesterday, I finally got to try those motorized carts they have. Very fun, but alas, was not fast enough for me to mow down any unsuspecting pedestrians. Then at IKEA, my dad got the privilege of pushing me around in a wheelchair. Wee! But then this morning at Sam's Club, the motorized cart broke down and the only way I could move was in reverse, so you should have seen me backing up and beeping all over the store. =)

I never really realized the importance of such things like those and handicapped bathroom stalls and automatic doors until I needed them. And it's only temporary for me whereas some people have to rely on them for the rest of their lives.

Anyhoo, still a month to go before I can even start physical therapy...

skaaaaating!!!

street cred

taken right after surgery

july 25, 2006 : my doc said "it looks like you've got a hardware store in there"

a good idea on paper

J : You need a boyfriend to take care of you.

Me : Yeah, now how do you suppose I get a boyfriend when I'm in a cast and living with my mom 24 hours a day?

J : Uh, match.com?

should i be depressed?

Logging plenty of hours on the internet, I've been trying to find more than enough info on my condition. You'd think the forums on broken ankles would give me hope. You'd be wrong.

So depressing. They make me depressed. It's like I have an obligation to feel depressed because this happened to me. Just because I can't walk for months. Just because I can't even do simple things like my own laundry. Just because all the plans I had for the rest of the summer are about to collapse. Just because I won't be able to skate for an entire year. Just because I'll have to endure weeks of physical therapy. Just because I'll now be cautious of every step my foot takes.

Why should I be depressed? Silly me, I was so naive to think that I could be up and walking in less than a month.

What can I say? Oh wells. Whatevers. (Apparently these are my sayings according to Margie.)

I'll have to revert back to my motto: Everything happens for a good reason.

Yeah.

And now if I can only get my bro to stop laughing hysterically at how I broke my ankle in the first place and when I mentioned that a walker would be so cool to have to be mobile again.

chicken leg!

Either I'm going nuts from being in bed 23 hours a day or my leg has shriveled tremendously in only 2 weeks of nonuse.

Aye to both.

july 23, 2006 : trinh, me and keiji after sleeping through syriana

july 22, 2006 : me stuck on dave's couch

july 22, 2006 : greg, nancy and david

july 22, 2006 : dave and his yummy homemade pizza

"everyone is walking!"

my first reaction when i went outside yesterday...

tis sad, never really appreciated walking as much as i do now

thanks yueni

for a lovely two hours watching Takeshi Kaneshiro

damn dreams

I dreamt that two pit bulls were biting my leg, so I ended up shaking my leg in the dream and in real life. So I woke up to pain this morning.

And I also dreamt something that I can't post online but let's just say, I really felt that too. =)

frances' first day out

Frances goes outside for the first time in over a week.

In what normally is a nonchalant 10 minute brisk walk to her office in Evans, it turns into an epic adventure of 2.5 hours. It seems like all her muscles have deteriorated. Her heart is not used to pumping this hard. The blood rushing down her leg continues to bring the same sharp clawing pain that has shown up everyday since the unfortunate incident.

Mission start time: 1pm
Arrival at Evans: 3:30pm

She talks to Deb, Judey, and Angie. Her mom and she decide to wait for perimeter bus.

It never comes.

Two reverse perimeters. Two hills. No perimeter.

Finally they get a ride from Judey, the stat manager, and her son, Will. Much appreciated.

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In other silly news, Frances uses too much soap in the shower, falls off her exercise ball in the tub and slams body to the tub floor. Bam! Nice move, Frances.

my mom is improving!

margie asks whether my mom is okay with a guy visiting me so late at night

my mom goes, why not? who knows what you're doing when i'm in LA

(darn, so i should be doing whatever she thinks i'm doing, but not actually doing)

thanks shankar! (my mom said yesterday, "Does EVERYONE know you're a chocoholic??")

july 18, 2006 : dave came to watch preteen cheerleaders change bras and pillow fight, woot!

july 18, 2006 : shankar came to visit again, yaaay!

because i'm a whiner

I am getting really tired of having a broken ankle. I've been stuck pretty much indoors for over a week now, with nothing to do but bear pain, eat, take drugs, and sleep. Now I don't even know if I can go to Seattle. Or when I can skate again. Or when I just even walk regularly again.

I don't even know if my metal screws/plate will have to be taken out in the future, thereby requiring me to endure the aftermath of another surgery. I don't know if my ankle will be almost back to normal in the future, considering the major damage that was done.

And everytime someone comes to visit, I'm really happy, but one bad side effect is that they keep spilling the beans on my skating, alcohol and clubbing! Please! No word of any of this to my mom. Now that I've had this accident, she's even more overprotective than ever... But yeah, please keep on visiting, I DO take regular showers! =)