Saw the ortho Friday-he said that things are healing well, he can still see the fracture line on my tibia (we didn’t talk at all about the fibula–he said last time that it’s a nothing fracture, practically heals itself without any medical assistance) but that that is normal, and to not do anything more strenuous than walking for another 3 months. -_- I am not thrilled. He once again said I didn’t need PT, making me not happy at all. I tried to explain that I want to rebuild the muscles in my leg so I can continue my skating training, but he was having none of it.
Are done. People keep asking me how I feel I’ve done. I honestly can’t say. When I took them last spring, I felt really confident, and then I failed. When I did my practice run, I was really unhappy with my paper, but the profs who read it said it would definitely have passed if it was a real exam. I’m not thrilled with the paper I turned in, but maybe that’s a good thing. I don’t know. We’ll see in a month.
So far it’s not too bad here. It’s a constant rain but not a heavy one yet, and the winds aren’t too bad yet either. Work was cancelled for today, and I suspect will be for tomorrow as well. I forgot I had a doctor’s appointment this morning, but apparently everyone cancelled, because when I went to the website to reschedule, every slot was open this afternoon. Still have power (obviously.) Cats are enjoying the opportunity to nap. I hooked up the VCR and am enjoying revisiting movies I only have on VHS and eating a ridiculous amount of ice cream treats.
Derby: Draft was last week. 11 of the 19 fresh meat skaters got drafted, and all four teams in the league are now 100% full. It’s entirely possible I am completely depressed.