Playing Catch-Up

Thanksgiving set me back. A lot. I will never again set out to write that many posts in one week. Well, probably never. I just don't have the motivation to follow through with a task like that. Besides, with the last of the Thanksgiving dinners, there were far too many things I wanted to share but couldn't for fear of offending someone.

Anyway, a lot has happened during my blogging hiatus. For starters, I am no longer a barista! (That's not entirely true - I'll always be a barista, I'm just no longer a professional barista) At the end of the school quarter I quit my job at the coffee cart based on a promise of going full time at my new job. Although I will miss my coffee slinging days - the customers were great (some of them anyway), the job was easy (when I didn't have to deal with my boss), and let's face it, I was damn good at it! - I am excited to start a new part of my life!

Or at least I was.

Three days before Christmas, I attended a Christmas party at my new job, went with some coworkers for an 'after party', fell down some stairs and broke my leg/dislocated my ankle. I spent nearly all day of the 22nd at Harbor View Medical Center being poked, prodded, questioned (Seriously, how many times do you need me to recite my DOB, address and social security number and how many times do you want me to tell you that there is no way I could be even remotely close to pregnant?!) and tortured. Oh, and I had to go in for surgery. I've never had surgery before. The plus side: when you're in an ER, full of morphine, and the doctors tell you you're going to need surgery that afternoon, you don't have enough brain cells or time to get nervous.

Instead of going full time as a graphic designer, I am now forced to live out the first couple weeks of the new year at my mother's home where she can bring me meals, do my laundry and fetch things for me. It sounds great but it's getting old, fast. Not being able to do things for yourself because you're unable to walk or unable to walk and carry things simultaneously is, in a word, lame. I've been a able to do a little work from home but nothing even remotely close to 'full-time'.

So here I sit, gimpy legged, counting down the days (43) until I can get my cast off and walk on two legs again. Oh, and today is my Birthday. 28 years ago today I was born... and I couldn't walk... and today... I still can't. *womp womp*