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Another two weeks. That’s what the physician’s assistant said. Two fucking more endless-seeming weeks.

Two weeks of full on crutch use, of hobbling, of not being able to carry anything, hoping someone will open the damn door, trying to keep my balance while peeing, enduring awkward showers, all the crap. All the crap. All of it.

Two more weeks of it. Still getting weird vibes from the PA’s, the two that I’ve seen have tried to convince me that two seperate bones are broken. The guy from two weeks ago was showing me how one of the ankle bones was broken — the woman today showed me that the fibula had healed, and the tibula was still showing signs that healing needed to take place.

What’s really _really_ bullshit about all this is they couldn’t just tell me four weeks ago — the PA didn’t have the balls to tell me “look, we’re going to bring you back in two weeks, but _EXPECT_ to be in that cast until the second week of October”.

No, he implied that I might be in a boot in two weeks, the guy who put my cast one kind of encouraged the thought. I got so pumped this morning — feeling pretty empty at the moment. I skipped working this afternoon, just spent some time relaxing.

Oh, and read John Stewart’s book that UPS delivered today. Was pretty funny. There’s this great ol’ skool boxing poster (Bush V Kerry of course) that I’m going to hang in my cube or something.

Bleh. Couple CD’s showed up too. “His Name Is Alive”… Not the greatest music in the world, but there are times that it speaks to me. Now might be one of those times. I was going to go driving and listen for awhile, but thought better of it.

Waiting for Liam to be born was a long wait, but nothing like this.

Tomorrow I’m scheduled to have this awful green cast removed from my leg, to be replaced by a walking boot. While I don’t think I’ll be able to burn the crutches just yet. My assumption is they’ll have me put somewhere between 40 and 60 percent of my weight on the leg for the first week or two. There’s probably quite a loss of muscle mass, given how sedentary this experience has been.

The last week has dragged on. I don’t have the words to describe how slowly the clock has been going.

The morning before his first day of kindergarten, Liam told me that he didn’t want to be 4 years old forever, and that the 42 day wait was “forever”. If this is how time feels for him….I understand his comment all too well.

One final thought about the crutches, the leg, the pain, the boredom, the helplessness that comes with not being able to carry a bowl of cereal around the house:

The day I broke my leg & ankle, I had gone shopping with Keesee….I bought a big American flag (gotta show support for our guys in the Olympics), and then after I dropped him off, I went looking for a new screen door and various other items for my neice’s birthday party. So I was at Meijer, and walking, and kind of cut this guy off who was riding in one of those little electric things. I kind of felt bad about it at the time, but thought it more important to appriciate the feeling of walking. I actually thought that maybe that guy would want that kind of thought going through my mind.

There’s two good lessons there, though I’m not sure which is the better one:
1) Karma can (and will) kick your ass.
2) God has a great sense of humor.

So I was checking my site, hen I noticed that google was displaying an ad for conservative books online. Basically, google had detected a conservative lean to my site and was pitching what they thought viewers of this site would want.

I love to argue, it’s a personality trait handed down — probably from my mom’s side.

Most of my non-work friends lean left. Heavily. Most of my work friends lean right. Heavily.

I’d like to say that “socially, I’m rather liberal, fiscally, I”m rather conservative” — but that’s really doubletalk for some kind of libertarianism. Or whatever these new democrats are. At this point, it’s essentially polar opposite of the current republican leadership.

I don’t mind paying taxes, but I understand not everyone was brought up like me. I don’t think I ever heard my parents complain about paying taxes — and we were never free from money struggles.

Anyhow, back the the arguing part. I like to push buttons, find out why people think what they think. Why are you such a gun nut? Why do you blindly distrust dems/repubs? Who are your heros?

Thought I’d spice up the site a bit. I don’t plan to make any money from the adverts, but I wanted to see how the process works.

Google made the process very very easy. I went to google.com, signed up for adverts. Once they approved my site(s), they have a very simple code generator.

The idea is that you define what you want the advert to look like, and then they provide you with the little html snippit to put on the page.

At somepoint in the very distant future, I’ll get an actual check from google. That will be cool.

Went to the ortho’s office again today, yet another xray.

Decided to go to the UM Medsport clinic on the recommendation of one of my mom’s friends/coworkers. They do a damn good job, though usually there’s more waiting around than I’m comfortable with. The first visit was August 17th, and they scheduled me for one visit a week until next Tuesday (Sept 14th).

So far the xrays have shown healing in both breaks, and next week this god-forsaken cast will be removed (woot!)….though I expect I’ll just get another cast next week. My mom thinks there’s a chance they’ll put me in a walking cast, perhaps even one that’s removable so I can take a proper shower, but I don’t have much hope there. I think we’re going to wait until we know for sure both wounds have healed fully before I’m going to put any weight on this leg.

Turns out I was wrong about what broke. I’ll have to scan in one of the xrays so you can see what the hell I did to myself — basically I broke the smaller of the two bones in the lower part of my left leg at the ankle joint, and one of the ankle bones. It’s a vertical break, so I expect they’ll want full healing before any weight is applied.

Other than that, things are good — I’m really really bored working from home all the time. I don’t understand how anyone could do this full time. I think I’m getting enough work done, but the personal connection to coworkers and our clients isn’t there. Perhaps I’m more of a people person than I thought — I took one of those Myers-Briggs tests, and it showed ENTJ — (point being is the first letter, Extrovert). The person giving the test said people don’t change. I think that’s bullshit, I’ve seen the core being of people change. It happens. Just because it doesn’t fit in with their little model of behavior doesn’t mean jack.

Anyhow, just realized I’ve missed most of the USA vs Russia world cup game. Should be a good one.