Finding my Legs
I am just NOW getting back on the skates. My tailbone is pretty much healed, but it took forever. And now I feel completely weak and emaciated because when your tailbone is broken you can’t wear a cast for it, you just have to lay around on soft pillows like a Persian ruler and can’t move or anything. For someone as active as me, it was really frustrating. Plus the skate club wasn’t going so well, I heard, without me there. Turns out I was a pretty important part of it. Never knew that, but it’s nice to hear. Well, not nice cause I don’t want it to fail but you know what I mean. I’m not selfish like that, seriously! I’m also feeling seriously groggy. My painkiller prescription ran out and I’m embarassed to say this but I think I got a little addiction going! Those things are really nice and pretty much all that made me feel better, so I just dropped em down the hatch like candy. The doctor never told me they were addictive. I don’t have an addictive personality so I’ll be able to do this but I’m still a bit cloudy headed. Which makes my skating even worse than just me being rusty. So unfair. Oh well. I at least became a total whiz at person search, even more so than before, if you can believe it. I even got my sister into people search. Oh and I think I wanna move. Drastic, I know, but I read this great article on finding a real realtor. Wish me luck.
