If you fell down them yesterday, then your ankle/body is probably still in recovery mode from the minor strain, so tripping on them again is not a big deal at all. Also, you're probably weirdly hyperaware of the stairs now, and I find that always screws me up. (Like, when I still drove manual, if I didn't think about it, I never had problems with rollback on hills, but the MOMENT I thought about it, BOOM, problems and stalled cars. It's a thing.)
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Also, you're probably weirdly hyperaware of the stairs now
Between this and Annabel rolling down them Saturday night, I totally am! Our stairs are out to get us!
Erin, lots of recovery~ma to you! Did your doctors say that a stall in recovery is normal for your sitation? I had surgery on Friday and the only thing that they really stressed was that if I smoked, it would drastically slow my recovery.
Susan, what Plei said sounds about right to me.
the only thing that they really stressed was that if I smoked, it would drastically slow my recovery.
No one told me that! OTOH, it wouldn't have mattered.
Ah, well, I go to the dr. tomorrow, anyway. I may ask her for a teeny emergency supply of painkillers, since I have about 20 weddings/showers/etc.
{{{Erin}}}
I can look at your resume, hon.
Oh, god, thank you.
I've been paging through my portfolio, and quietly freaking out.
EDIT: And insent, to profile addy. Thanks SO much. I very much appreciate it.
Backflung, Erin. Impressive stuff, love. You're freaking out for nothing, I promise.
Oh, thank you! I'm glad to know that other teachers have 2 pagers; I sweated and tossed and chopped to get that damn thing down to one. I've got some good stuff that I can put back in now.
I was looking at the dates just now, and I thought, damn, when did I get so old?! I had teaching experience in 1994! Geez.
(Must go out and buy vat of Creme de la Mer. CRAP. Cannot afford de la Mer. Must buy vat of Olay. ----- Can't afford that either. Will slather self in Always Save peanut butter, creamy, smoke and attract bees. Damn. Too old to attract bees. Will curl up in dessicated ball of age, clutching sheaves of teaching resume in wrinkly hands.)
I was looking at the dates just now, and I thought, damn, when did I get so old?! I had teaching experience in 1994! Geez.
The word you are looking for is "seasoned," my dear. Seasoned. (My student teaching was '97 and I had a year of writing center tutoring before in '95, so I'm not that far behind you.)
The word you are looking for is "seasoned," my dear. Seasoned.
Hee. I'm trying to decide if I am more of a curry, a jerked or a blackened.