Cankle Calculations

FIRST & MOST IMPORTANTLY

[Insert profanity sensor for the would-be-offended readers here…] !@#$%*! I just took the bandage off… And for the first time since the accident... I’m starting to see the ball-looking bone return to my inner ankle! I know you see it too?!


And in other news...

Over the past two weeks, in my semi-stationary stage of trying to get up and get to work, I’ve been keeping track of the cost of cab rides, in addition to other things like: pill consummation and my dwindling reserves, terrible movies on TV that I am forced to watch because I can’t get up… you know… the typical things to think of when thinking is all you can do.

Eventually, when all-things-ankle are said and done, I’ll determine how much this whole ordeal sets me back. But out of curiosity (and cash) this morning, I decided to do an initial add-up…

I might as well have rolled it up and smoked it because… In the past seven days, I have spent $125 on cab rides to and from work.

And I guess if you add on the $30 parking ticket that I got last week (see story & previous blog entry here), that puts me at $155… Also not including the fact that I still have to get home from work today and for the remainder of the work week. I really need to look into the Metro handicap bus and what the service defines as being “handicap.” [Added to today's to-do list.]

Finally...

Monday is my follow up with Dr. Douoguih, whose name I can only spell because the stickers from the day of my surgery will not come off of my crutches...
The swelling and pain have subsided beyond any words I can blog, and I’m almost certain the doctor will remove the stitches at my appointment. (I had to put myself to bed early last night because had I had one more glass of wine with my roommates, I was certainly going to try to ease the itch and take the stitches out myself... with nail clippers. Lessons learned from my run-in-the-family, accident prone father.)

Five more days... Five more days...