Or would you rather be a fish?

Last meeting was a week after I broke my ankle, so all they got was pizza, but this time I felt up (with rest & elevate the ankle breaks) to make cookies.

Mmmmm!

Plots and sex scandals failed outright
Peter merely said
Any kind of love is alright

When I fell on May 14th, I didn’t have a clue how much my life would change in the following months.

Of course there was being laid up for six weeks–that I knew when I came out of surgery–it was everything else that came as a surprise.

First, there is a lot of stuff going on that I’m not writing about, because it doesn’t involve just me, but one major thing is that my grandmother has been in Virginia with my aunt & uncle since the 16th of May, and while she was there she fell and broke her femur, and now we have no idea when (or if) she’ll return to Morgantown. That’s a major thing.

But there are little things as well.

I am a very active person (some might even classify me as hyperactive) so not being able to dash up and down the stairs or walk at warp speed is quite bizarre. And this led to the other unforeseen consequence: I gained weight, and it’s not coming off. It’s not a lot of weight, just enough that most of my pants are too tight and I need to go up a size, but since I was wearing nothing but skirts and sweats for six weeks, it did come as something of a shock. The fact I’m can’t get enough aerobic exercise to help me drop the weight was a little more unpleasant.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not obsessed about my weight, the most annoying thing is I need to buy new pants, and I hate shopping.

But this is the new normal for me.

I’m hesitant to mess with my diet too much, because the x-rays made it quite clear that I still have a lot of healing to do, and I am not going to do anything to jeopardize. So for now, I’m going to accept this as the way things are, and concentrate on doing what I need to so I can again run up and down the stairs and walk across the building at warp speed. Once I’ve reached that point, then I can worry about dropping a pants size.

After all, “If you haven’t got your health, then you haven’t got anything.”

OK, well, if you insist:

So You Need a Typeface

iFixit

Russian, in color, a century ago + this + this

The start of the awesome Chickweed Lane comic WWII thread

Supernatural collective nouns (Wondermark)

Flickr – The Commons

Flickr – Pulp Fiction Cover Gallery

The Chart of Fantasy Art: Urban Fantasy

Trends in Fantasy Art Covers

The Best of Miss Sweetie Poo (Improbable Research/IgNobels)

Well, I did say they were for ME, and not for you. It’s not MY fault if you were bored.

Lily was named for my grandmother, Lillian. She also wore my grandmother’s christening gown, which was made by my great-grandmother Sophia.

Math, Grandmom, Lily

Math, Grandmom, Lily, Jana

Jana & Lily

Lily & Jana’s father

Unfortunate events, though potentially a source of anger and despair, have equal potential to be a source of spiritual growth.
– Dalai Lama

Today’s word is: brown

Top three x-rays were from May 14th, the day I broke my ankle.

Bottom two images were from July 30th, 11 weeks after the break.

No wonder my ankle still aches–guess I still do have a broken ankle.

The pictures I took with my phone actually turned out better, which seems extremely wrong.

So serious!

Much better!

Hard to believe, really, especially considering everything that has happened in the interim.

I had a big ugly cast, then I had ugly stitches. Then I got an awesome boot to go with the ugly brace.

I got the stitches out, and was briefly held together with tape. Then I went to no tape, but still no walking.

Then I was able to walk, had PT, finished with PT, and finally started to get on with my life again.

And that’s how things look today. Somewhat depressingly, the swelling hardly seems less than before I started walking, however, these pictures were taken at the end of the day, and after a hot shower, so the swelling isn’t quite that bad normally.

The swelling and acheyness will be with me for at least six more months, but there are times when I manage to forget I have a broken ankle (since I had a visible fracture last week, I do believe it can still be considered broken).

Mostly, however, I’m grateful that I am recovering so quickly, and have such wonderful friends and family to support me.

And as an added bonus:

Have some cuteness instead of content.