Reffed a mixed C/Under foil event yesterday morning, and then the mixed epee in the afternoon. (My apologies to anyone who spent last night cursing me out.) World of difference between my comfort level on those two. I'm sure a lot of it has to do with having DONE the epee reffing before (not to mention the fact that epee is sometimes a whole lotta nothing till something catastrophic occurs). But also, I'm just. Not. Comfortable. With foil reffing. Yet. And apparently, it showed. Overall – how d
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Some good news: my broken foot is healing quicker than the orthopod had expected. She barely sees the break now, whereas it HAD been snapped clean in half. And that big, honkin' deck screw in there? She says it can actually come out in a year or so, if it's bothering me. Some people feel it, some don't. We'll see how my activity level feels with it in. No use getting sliced open again for nothing. In the meantime, I'm off crutches, out of the air cast, and provided I occasionally elevate the le
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Let’s recap my first weekend of reffing, shall we? The good, the bad, and the ugly.
Friday night (with one day of advance notice that I would be making my refereeing debut at the Bay State Games)… scholastic women’s epee. Good – I get to start with epee. Give me something nice and uneventful for my first bloodletting. How hard can it be? C was on the strip next to me, and it was only her second time out, so at least I wasn’t in it alone. And DJ Apostrophe was the observer, and he was running
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It's not mangy under there, though I was a little concerned... It was itching like MAD for a long time.
But GOOD NEWS for me. My cast is off! Yaaaay! As of today, I have a freakishly swollen but uncasted foot that can bear 25% of my body weight (which is more than I'd like it to be, of course...). Woohoo! I asked how I was supposed to judge what 25% felt like. "A scale." What, like a scale of 0-100%? (which helps me not at all) "Noooo... a scale. A bathroom scale. Put your foot on it
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Only women like to shop, they say. As for me? Not so much. Never liked it. I need to be forced to buy things for myself most of the time, like when my undergarments have lost all elasticity, or my bathing suit is falling off me, or the formerly-waterproof shell jacket is now more sponge than water-resistant. Meanwhile, many of my female friends indulge in what they call "grudge shopping." Husband was nasty to you? Whip out that Visa card and go wild! Kids were difficult this week? Hit the mall!
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I passed the general section of the referee exam without any trouble. Got a few wrong, and at least one of those was a truly stupid mistake. That'll learn me to not read the questions in their entirety. And whatever I didn't nail on the head? That means I need to re-do the practice exam until I can answer everything effortlessly. Yes, I'm obsessing over the fact that I blew some easy questions and misinterpreted some rules, not the fact that I actually passed the exam. Welcome to my world. I ha
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I saw the orthopod again today, and she said my x-rays look good. My new big, honkin' screw is staying put. (I swear, it looks like a deck screw on the images. Ewww.)
Which means only one more week on crutches with no weight-bearing. One more week with the hard cast and stitches, and double-bagging my leg to shower. One more week of sticking the handle of a wooden spoon down the cast to scratch my leg (because the hairs are probably braidable by now). One. More. Week.
So. I show up at the orthopod's this morning after shooing the spawn off to school. Big day ahead! I'm anticipating getting the hard cast off (buh-bye hot pink) and donning The Boot. Then on to the school to watch the second grade concert/graduation ceremony. Then straight to my 90 minutes of pure heaven with my reiki master herself. But nooooooo.
God hates me.
Really. OK, so maybe it has something to do with all the years of me saying there is no god, god is in the trees and flowers and
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This Sunday is the referee class at the club. I've been looking forward to this for a long time. I was doing pretty well studying for it, and doing the practice test. Then... surgery came. And pain meds, so I've been feeling druggy and unfocused for more hours a day than I'd like. Hence, I'm not feeling sharp enough, or prepared enough, to do this. Any other week, I would have been fine. I realize I'll spend most of the day in a chair, but my leg will have to be elevated the entire time, or the
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Herein lies much stress about surgery, anaesthesia, stoicism, and self-pity.
Anyway, we can rebuild her... we have the technology. I'm gonna be bionic, baby! Well, not really. But I wonder if I'll set off airport security alarms? How big an orthopedic screw does it take to set one off? Am I dooming myself to a lifetime of airport strip searches? is that really a bad thing? These things cross my mind, along with the obvious what if I never wake up from general anaesthesia questions. Egad. I'm
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08-25-2008 12:02 PM 
It was itching like MAD for a long time.