Life on One Leg

Just wanted to check in after receiving lovely well wishes from the comments and my facebook page.  Surgery went well, everything is back in place!  I'm officially bionic, with a plate on my fibula and a screw holding the rest together (yes, I finally got the nerve to look at the before and after X-rays).  Long scars to be expected, but luckily it will be boot season when I get out of the (boot) cast!

In terms of getting back to real life, it's a process.  Getting around is not great, but I'm getting a baller ab and arm workout whenever I'm crutching.  Birthday party had to be cancelled, but I had a really fun night with my kickball team for the last game of the season on my actual 25th.  Let me tell you, crutches are definitely a conversation starter at a bar.  Working with surgeons means you can't skip recovering from surgery, so I'm doing half days as much as I possibly can without getting scolded.  I'm writing and studying at home while the experiments I had running have watchers and are going well.

I've started a little notebook with all of the food ideas in my head for when I get back.  The day I broke everything, I had just brought home a beautiful new stand mixer (life goal accomplished) and it is dying to make its debut.  For now sandwiches and raviolis are about all I can manage, but believe me the second I feel comfortable enough I'll be back!

Thanks again go to my family for putting up with gimpy me.  Appropriate to start a countdown for when I can walk again?  I'm thinking yes.

Missing in Action... Or why I am really really stressed

Just wanted to issue a blog-pology for being missing in action. It was first because I thought I could do everything without having Internet in the condo until little Toasty moved in. Mistake. I am a researcher in every aspect of my life and had a series of failures because I could not fully explore an idea before I tried to cook. Good food, but nothing I was proud enough to share.

And then Thursday night happened. I am a short girl who loves a tall ridiculous shoe, so of course I've had my share of rolled ankles. I was trying to get home after kickball and slipped in a puddle, dislocating it after years of pressing my luck. I flagged down a guy on a bike who found me a cop to hold the ankle in place until I could get to the emergency room. I am a squeamish person so even I don't know how many bones are broken because I refuse to see the x-rays. Monday I am headed into surgery to put everything back into place.

I want to thank little Toasty for being amazing and taking care of all of the gross talk for me in the ER, my dad for racing up to DC and taking care of me, and my mom for getting me my favorite foods and trashy magazines and anything else I need.

I am trying to look on the bright side of this in terms of getting ready for quals for my PhD candidacy but I'm itching to get back into the lab. I need to take care of myself and my work right now, so unfortunately I'll be taking a brief sabbatical from blogging.

Thanks to everyone who has supported me so far and I'll hope you'll come back when I do!