I went to Student Health today to get a lingering foot problem checked out, and it turns out I have a stress fracture. Though that had been what my mom was telling me, I don’t think I exactly comprehended all that that would entail. Until the doctor brought out a protective boot and crutches. Guess who’s off her feet–well, foot–for the next several weeks? And who has multiple classes on the other side of campus? And who’s going to become very familiar with the bus schedule? Yours truly.
I can’t even begin to describe how pissed I am. The timing couldn’t be worse, because the weather’s been so nice that I actually don’t mind walking around. Plus, I have a date of sorts planned for Valentine’s Day that involves walking somewhere, and now I’m not sure if I can do it. Mostly, it’s just the hassle of having to gimp around everywhere and take showers, and get in and out of doors, and get around, and get food, and do everything. On one leg. Why does this kind of shit always happen to me??