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Well, it seems that I may have strained a muscle in my left foot yesterday (or possibly Wednesday).

Last night, I'd gone to Target after work - to get Nessa's housewarming gift and a couple of other things, and I had a pain in my ankle. I thought it was like the times that I'd get a similar pain in my knee, then my knee joint would 'pop' and I'd feel better. Not this time.

The more I walked, the worse it got - to the point that I was almost limping home. Not knowing what to do, and not really thinking that a trip to the ER would be advisable, I called Dr. Mom and asked her what she thought might be behind it. {Mom brings the Common Sense aspect of a "Prudent Layperson", I bring the "I don't wanna be a GOMER* to the nurses" aspect.} After determining that I hadn't broken or sprained it (still have range of motion, no matter how uncomfortable it may seem), she thinks it's possible that I'd strained a muscle. From my Doc Marten sandals, those delightfully clunky, heavy shoes that I love to death. Dammit.
* GOMER: Nurse-speak. Meaning "Get Out of My Emergency Room", usually directed at annoying patients, behind their backs.

On her advice, I went (okay, limped) to the store to pick up some Epsom Salt (to bring down any swelling), and an Ankle Wrap - if needed. Also picked up some horribly stinky Flex-All type crap that I refuse to wear in the daytime ... I don't want that menthol-y little old lady scent lingering on my body.

This morning, my ankle is still sore - but not bruised. So, I'll be wearing tennis shoes and my ankle wrap. This sucks. Never would've guessed that I could strain a muscle from the shoes I was wearing. :(


In good news, my dilemma may have a solution. I talked to mom about the Ride/Run/Walk for Epilepsy, and she's interested. Taylor keeps asking my mom when it's taking place, because she wants to do it. So mom will be registering the three of us for the Walk, and I'll just pay her back. Even if we do it that way, I'd probably be spending that weekend with the family, so my plans for the concert are out the window. Ah well, at least there's still Juliana Hatfield. :)


Yay to Kellie for joining the Few, the Proud, the Red by coloring her hair last night! You'll see, m'dear, redheads do have quite a bit of fun ... and you can write off any bitchiness, too. ;)

Also, yay to Josh for finding a job - he was laid off by his company earlier this summer, and extremely bummed over it. Last night, I got word that he'd found a job, and was a very happy camper. :)

Recommended Reading for The Weekend: The Femme's Guide To The Universe by Shar Rednour. It's a great book that doesn't treat femmes like they're supposed to be dependent upon another person, instead stressing the importance of a femme having her own toolbox (yes, she's talking wrenches, screwdrivers, etc.), self-defense skills, as well as looking damn pretty while doing it. (Okay, so it is more lesbian-centered, but bi girls and straight gals can get some good things from it, too. Being Femme *is* a universal thing, my lovelies.)


Now, I'm going to get into the shower & see if the hot water can help my ankle a bit.


Parting words from my friend Josh (after reading part one of "Surprises Up Her Sleeve"): Carly, Carly, Carly . . . what you do to me! Eagerly anticipating part 2. Eagerly. It's like you manage to write things that fit right in my head. Can't wait.

{Immediately after reading that, I sent over Part Two. I'm sure I'll get a review on that in a few days.}

Ummmm, I Object. I Think.

( bored bored bored )

Friday Night Randomness

(A) Vin Diesel is damn sexy. I don't know what it is, but I've seen his face so often, I'm about ready to start drooling over that sexy bald man. Somebody slap me, please!! ;)

(B) I'm joining the community center, finally. I found 3 exercise classes I'd like to take - Latin Dance Aerobics, Introduction to Water Fitness and Adult Swim Lessons. (Yes, I said "Adult Swim Lessons". I learned to swim when I was a kid, but now I feel like I can't swim all that well. Doesn't matter that fat floats, I wanna be able to swim!)

(C) I was a bad girl. I discovered that I *can* drink "just one" caffeinated drink, and I'm satisified. I don't tempt the Fates by drinking that "just one" every day, though. I still drink de-caffeinated stuff, and I'm trying to drink more water and juice.

(D) Back to those yummy bald men. Patrick Stewart - sexy older man. One of the reasons I liked watching Star Trek - The Next Generation. Picard was quite handsome in his own right. Kirk was a horndog, Picard was stoic - but you could imagine that underneath it, beat the heart of a closeted sex god.

Another yummy bald guy with the last name of Stewart - Tyler Stewart, BNL's drummer. That "sorta-black guy" who looked quite hot in dreads looks even hotter bald. Is it wrong of me to want to rub my breasts on his head? I swear, sometimes I look at him, and that's all I want to do. I mean, besides tell dirty jokes, swap sex tips and be generally pervy with the man. (And no, I don't want to get into his pants. I just wanna hang out with him. And rub his bald head.)

(E) I played e-mail tag with Josh this afternoon. We got kinda silly & sentimental on each other for a bit, both of us glad that we're friends and that we've managed to stay in touch with each other. I told him about this LJ, and sometimes, I feel like telling someone about this is like letting them into my soul. Letting them walk around, take in the sights - good, bad, indifferent, see me exposing my vulnerabilities. Seeing another side of myself, one that I don't show *everyone*.

(F) Gotta name another sexy man in my list o' randomness tonight. Anthony Kiedis of Red Hot Chili Peppers. When he had that long hair, I just wanted to wrap my legs around him, wind my fingers through his long hair, and have my way with that sexy Apache man. Okay, so the hair isn't very long anymore, and we've both had ten years pass since those initial lusty thoughts. Still, I love the man. He seems to ooze Sex - very much heterosexual, yet he's comfortable enough in his sexuality to kiss Eddie Vedder on a few occasions, and neck with Dave Navarro in the "Warped" video.

To put it simply, I love (straight) men that are comfortable in their sexuality. They don't have to neck in public with other guys (although I'd like to watch if they do), all I'd ask is that they don't get obscenely squeamish around gay guys - turning into homophobic assholes. (That's NOT a good way to get on my good side.)

Now that I've shared enough randomness for a night, I'm going to order pizza, watch But I'm A Cheerleader and smell like an old person, thanks to Flex-All smeared all over my arm. Yay me. ;)