Man, it's been a busy week. Sorry for the neglect but I'm back. The quote unquote lineage holder of our studio is making his first trip to the SouthEast this weekend to hold an All Day Immersion* and you're looking at the event manager. It's been a little overwhelming but the way I see it is the event is going to happen so let's just get it done right beotches. It's been a little challenging hobbling around on my gimp leg but I'm not letting a gimp leg hold me back. I think all the years of walking around in uncomfortable shoes has prepared me for this Vespa wreck. Everything happens for a reason. I keep singing to myself "It's hard out here for a gimp, trying to make that money for the rent." But, not that many people get the reference so my suggestion is to watch the movie Hustle and Flow and then come back and read this blog.
Now, I bet you didn't know that I am a total hypochondriac. Poor, poor Aaron for having to listen to all of the musings of what can go wrong with my leg. Here are a couple, in chronological order of course.
1. The night I came home from the hospital I was convinced I was bleeding internally and was going to die in the middle of the night. I asked Aaron how would I know if I was bleeding internally and he said if my pee had blood in it. So what did I do? Drank a lot of water throughout the night and made myself go pee pee about 27 times to check and make sure there was no blood in the urine. There wasn't.
2. On about the 3rd day of recovery my foot got really swollen and I was convinced it was infected. I made Aaron look at it like 35 times during the day to see if it was okay. I looked up gangrene on the internets and thought I was going to have to get my whole leg cut off from the knee down. I was imagining all of the cute shoes I could no longer wear because those prosthetic legs only fit in like New Balance or something.
3. Now that I know my leg isn't infected there isn't much to worry about, but I've managed to come up with a few. Everytime I stand up and the blood rushes back into my leg and it HURTS SO BAD because of exposed nerve endings or something like that and I am constantly saying "F*CK MAN" (I say it just like my friend Paul and he's where I learned it from so blame him for my profanity usage.) So, after I get over that crazy hurting sensation I think that my leg is going to have that phantom hurting for the rest of my life and I'm going to be known as Aunt Gimpy forever. Aaron and Leigh have repeatedly told me there is no way that can happen.
I have been fortunate enough to never have been really hurt in my life until now. I think we all know why. I'm annoying.
*An All Day Immersion is one day chock full of hot yoga in a hot gymnasium with about 200 sweaty yogis. If you're not doing anything on Saturday, come on down!