So the good news is that I finally found a decent Urgent Care clinic near me that got my sprained ankle xrayed and dealt with (and new rx for vicodin, yay sleep!) in less than an hour and with normal dr visit copay instead of insane ER visit thousands of dollars. The bad news? Urgent Care Doc insisted on crutches and keeping the weight off said ankle until I can see an orthapedist/podiatrist. Crutches suck. I have nasty bruises on the insides of my upper arms already after only a few hours :( And the worst is that it doesn't hurt to put weight on the foot and it doesn't hurt all that much to walk as long as there's no rotation of the ankle. Booo. And of course the podiatrist who has my prev hx files and who works w/in a cuple blocks of me is on vacation this week (sweet) and can't see me until Aug 22. Ironically, the day after my Gyn can *finally* see me for the, uh, skin condition. Good times. ION, apparently 5'2 is the cut-off point for crutches btwn childrens and adult sizes. Not to worry, tho, they are normal aluminum and not bright primary colors or something hideous.

Make sure the crutches are adjusted properly (the height labels are just guides -- make sure that, when you stand up straight, the crutches don't touch your armpits) and, to avoid the bruises, wrap the tops of the crutches in some small towels.

I just started on a new medicine that has to be taken 30 minutes before eating breakfast. Waking up and not eating for 30 minutes is driving me crazy. Want food!

I have food now. Multigrain hot cereal with almond milk, blueberries, cinnamon, and a little agave. Waiting half an hour before eating is tough.

I have never had to have crutches, thank god. I hope you won't be on them long.

ION, I am at amyth's, where I slept the sleep ofthe dead, after Calli greeted us with wine and cheese, and I blathered like a tired fool.

And wacky stories for later!

Precisely!!

Make sure the crutches are adjusted properly (the height labels are just guides -- make sure that, when you stand up straight, the crutches don't touch your armpits) and, to avoid the bruises, wrap the tops of the crutches in some small towels.

Wise advice. And, all kinds of quick healing ~ma to you!

School starts back up on Monday so this week I'm trying to adjust my sleep schedule. Forcing myself to get up earlier. I was up at 7:45 this morning. Yay! Of course next week, I'll have to be up at 5:15. Boo!

Quick healing~ma, erin.

I loathe dating. I use friends' parties to fish for new material and for first impressions about them, then asking friends in common if the fish in question is available, then getting a number. And then I say to the interested party, if interested, that they might as well treat it as a date, but I'm not gonna play along well with that - I'm just gonna meet and see if we can have fun together, that's all. Treat it as a date-date, and I'll spend the two hours with Sir David Attenborough's narration in my head. The ones who don't get it are usually the ones who insist on paying the bill (including mine), and the best they'll get from me at that point will be a "I wonder how you'll look with stabbing wounds from that knife on the table" looks from me. I really dislike those guys.

I still don't know how to make a move on strangers I see for the first time in a public location. Not that I was that great with it to begin with, but running Hollaback Israel makes lots of pick up lines get a new context, and for me to be very aware not to make moves on guys that spend the next hour commuting with me (the "fuck, I'm trapped and have to be nice" feeling).

The idea of being attracted to someone enough to want to make out with them without having had multiple conversations with them on multiple occasions is completely foreign to me.

Oh, I can have minor crushed on folks I just met. They are rare, and the main problem is that nagging need to have some sort of conversation. There are plenty, plenty of hot young dudes out there that would have made a fine making out material, and then they insisted on opening their mouths and speak, and then all attraction is gone, gone, out of the window. I can adore the handsome and braindead from afar, but I just can't bring myself to make out with them. Why do they insist on saying something that is more than vaguely acknowledge one's presence and skip to fun is beyond me, for stupidness is a mood killer for me.

I have been instantly attracted, but it seems like nobody has returned the favor yet. Shir, while I was reading that post, I pictured myself writing it in Hebrew(Which I couldn't...I don't know any. But my Spanish is fairly decent and still I don't think I could get on a Spanish-language board and be colloquial with native speakers like you do in English.)

Treat it as a date-date, and I'll spend the two hours with Sir David Attenborough's narration in my head.

On which note: it is now less than seventeen hours before I see Sir David Attenborough in person!

Huh. My iPhone recognises "Attenborough". Well done, thou good and faithful item of telephony.

Shir, while I was reading that post, I pictured myself writing it in Hebrew

Oh, that's lovely.

But my Spanish is fairly decent and still I don't think I could get on a Spanish-language board and be colloquial with native speakers like you do in English.

Thank you. I know I have some mistakes I'll never catch, but writing here (and in other places) in English surely helps.

I admit: once upon a time I spent a lot more time on trying to think in English and only then writing it down. Sentence formation, multiple spelling checks, Googling idioms to make sure I'm not abusing them too much, you name it.

Couple of years after that, English and Hebrew started to mix and mingle in my mind (Hebrew and Arabic did the same, but they're very similar.) I blend English into my Hebrew. And I know I don't think like a native speaker in English sentence formation when I try to think just in English. So I started to get lazy. To base myself mostly on regular-new thinking that is not Hebrew nor English. What I'm trying to say - it might have been Hebrew formation under the English letters, for all I know.

(Again, I have no idea why English speakers need so many Goddamn tenses in their grammar. Past, present, future. Isn't that enough for you, people? It makes me re-read every paragraph I write in English and go "OK. Let's make sure everything's in place. X action started in the past and goes on to the present, and might end in the future, and I refer to that other action and started in the past, stopped in the present and we want to revive it in the future". It's fucking-Twister-tenses time, that's what it is. I still handle conditionals quite poorly - they're very different from the conditional sentences in Hebrew.)

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On which note: it is now less than seventeen hours before I see Sir David Attenborough in person!

A very worthy note indeed, bt. Thank him for me. He saved me a lot of time when I started telling my dates about him and the consequences of his narration on our meeting. I should call it the Attenborough mating test.

And then I say to the interested party, if interested, that they might as well treat it as a date, but I'm not gonna play along well with that - I'm just gonna meet and see if we can have fun together, that's all. Treat it as a date-date, and I'll spend the two hours with Sir David Attenborough's narration in my head.

I don't understand. What's a date-date, and what's wrong with it? I'm doubtlessly being too naive here, but it's a mutual evaluation event, where most guys feel they have to foot the bill, and some assholes (who are probably not the ones who made it this far) assume that it's a transaction for nookie. Is that what you think a date-date is?