My ankle, which I injured on Christmas Eve, is still troubling me. I can walk just fine, but I can't really point my foot or stand on my toes. In mechanical terms that's an issue, in aesthetic terms it means that I can't wear high heels. This is unacceptable. For someone who is 5'10" (or 5'11"? I can't really remember) you wouldn't think it would be a problem, but I do loves me some high heels. I'm actually a little worried I broke my ankle--apparently my boss had a friend who did that and didn't realize it until a month or so later he tripped and ended up going to the doctor who informed him that it had indeed been broken for a while. In a way that would be freaky. In another way, that would make me totally a badass who walks around on broken bones.
Of course, this has led me to a grown up activity called "Finding A Doctor" (God bless my newly acquired health insurance). I've done it before, granted, when I lived in Santa Barbara, but no matter how long I've been "an adult" I still feel like a stupid kid. Grown up stuff is boring! You know what I did last weekend? My taxes. And got my car fixed and (finally) got my WA drivers license. This weekend it's credit card business and finding a doctor. Maybe things like that make some people feel adult and accomplished, they make me feel lost and slightly frightened (although at least with taxes there's a soothing refund at the end).
Will I ever feel like an adult? Or do you contstantly feel unprepared for life and as if you shouldn't have to be doing such and such for at LEAST another few years. On the plus side, my inability to grasp my adultness will keep me from rushing into such things as marriage and children (assuming of course there were any men in my life with whom to engage in such activities. I'm double protected....um...hooray?)
2 comments:
after you have to do grownup stuff you should eat cupcakes or go puddle jumping or make prank phone calls! that should even it out :)
I like the way you work, Shwillia.
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