Whimsy

When I took Holly to the vet a lady there asked me if I'd been in an accident because of my excessive ace bandaging. I've eschewed wrapping my wrist since my ace bandage is too thick for wrists and I think that it is making my thumb hurt. I've decided that my thumb is more important than my wrist (or practically anything, since it's what makes opening doors possible. haha Gabby).


I usually press zero repeatedly until I get a person:


My ankle's doing better and with any luck I won't have trouble doing barre on Wednesday. It doesn't have a choice about dancing on Saturday and Sunday.

Strange week...

I sprained my ankle last night leaving Dance On. I think I stepped on a rock and it made my ankle roll. It freaking killed. I managed to drive home (only time I've regretted driving stick - left ankle) but couldn't get up the stairs to my apartment. Kraig had to come carry me. I slept with it up on a stack of pillows (ie didn't sleep much) and it seems to have done the trick. I am almost walking normally again, though it still hurts. I have a week and a half before I have to throw myself around on pointe shoes. Let's see if I'm still as resilient as I was in high school.

I've also had a bone moving around in my left wrist for a while. My chiropractor adjusted it Monday and I've been wrapping it in an ace bandage since then to keep from using it much. I feel like I've been hit by a bus or something; I'm all bandaged up.

Holly

is very fluffy and has issues with the fur on her bum getting matted. She is currently shut in the bathroom with food, water, a litter pan and a towel to sleep on so that she doesn't scoot herself around the house and make a mess. She has a grooming appointment for tomorrow.

The strange thing is that Gabby

doesn't seem to mind that she's missing her sister, and is acting much happier than she has in a while. I think I might have to shut Holly up every once in a while so that Gabby can assert some dominance. Any ideas? Gabby actually had a decent sized scrape on her neck recently that I assume is from sparring with Holly.

Anyways, back to grading. I'm doing the lecture tomorrow too, and it's going to be weird handing back the homeworks myself. Fortunately I haven't been too much of a bitch on this one!

Damnit

When I throw my hair up in a clip, it looks a little too much like Sarah Palin's coif. Annoyance...

I might have to dye it red for a while.

Mood swings and seasonal update

Hi everyone. Been a while...

I am definitely tired of this whole grad school thing. 3 consecutive sucky summers is more than enough and I hope that I find some gainful employment for next summer. I'm looking already. It's gotten to the point where I am so generally frustrated that any minor issue will be upsetting enough that I have trouble working for the next couple of days. Unfortunately with math, if your brain isn't functioning particularly well due to emotions, lack of sleep, or extreme stress, you can't work because you can't think. Fortunately, my next deadlines aren't until next spring, but I still need to get a hell of a lot done before then.



For anyone that I haven't told yet, because I guess that my communication skills are sub-par lately, I am having hip surgery on January 8th. I have a labral tear in my right hip from falling on my ass this summer and a surgeon is going to go in and trim it a bit so that it's smooth. I'm supposed to be walking a few days after the surgery and it's a standard 6-8 week recovery. I am actually looking forward to some enforced downtime and pampering. I am especially looking forward to my hip not hurting anymore.



I think that I am probably sinking into my usual cycle of seasonal depression. The days are short and getting colder. I find myself not wanting to leave the house because of the effort involved in bundling up. I am working on updating my winter wardrobe though. I need to swing by TJMaxx and find some thick tights to wear under skirts and boots. I have a bit of an aversion to them since I had to wear them in grade school under dresses, but I can probably avoid the pilly, bunchy, worn-out cotton tights that I remember and detest.

I know, gloom and misery. I hope the pictures help. I'll try to update when I have something cheery to relate.