Diagnosis

Well, the sprain is healing which is good news. The bad news is no dancing and none of my regular activity for a month. A month! What am I gonna do without aerobics, salsa, and circus?!

Sprained Ankle

Monday morning I sprained my ankle. You might make the assumption that I did it dancing or doing flying trapeze or even flipping around in acrobatics, but no. It was none of the above. It was just a stroke of bad luck where I stepped off a curb and into a pot hole that I didn't know was there.

The event was so violent that I sat in the street for a good two minutes trying to get my bearings around the pain. It was so extreme that I eventually decided to go to the hospital to make sure it wasn't broken. I knew I would at least need to get crutches so off I went. I had to drive myself to the hospital and that was a bit of a bummer. Actually, it all sucked. It really sucked.

I cried a lot in the ER. Much of it was because of the pain, but a part of it was because I felt very alone. I didn't know who to call to help me in this situation. It didn't help that security was like, "Is there anyone who you can call to move your car to the garage across the street?" I shook my head, "No." There wasn't anyone I wanted there to comfort me.. well, except for Juan, but...

I did end up calling Juan and he did come get me, and he was sweet and all, but eventually he had to go. I'm sad. I miss the days when I had people in my life who would drop whatever they were doing to make sure I was okay and pamper me. Maybe that's immature of me, but that's how was feeling. I wanted to be babied.

I think after massage school, I'll be moving to San Diego. I want to be closer to family I can lean on.

Hola!

I've been overwhelmed with changes in my life. Most of them can be construed to be positive, so it's good. Yet, it's exhausting.

I have finally moved out of the house I was catsitting at. Thank God! I no longer have to deal with the commute and the speed traps in Alameda. Now, I live in North Oakland, and I'm 15 minutes from work and 5 minutes from school. My room is red and orange, and I've spent tons of money decorating and putting it together. I'm quite pleased with my work. It's such a happy cheery room and it's sooo me. Every morning and evening, I say hi to my neighbor across the street. It's a run down old building but it's cheap, convenient and warm.

Massage school is great. I'm surrounded by people who are just like me and a few that aren't. Yesterday, we talked about goals and becoming a better you and stuff. All that touchy feely stuff that I'm into. I definitely in the right field now.

Juan is gone. He doesn't return phone calls and txt msgs, so I have no idea what's going on with him. I think that sucks... but he's going through some shit, so I suppose that it's a good thing he's not around to suck my energy. I'm back with my booty call to get me my loving, and damn, the loving is profoundly good. Each time I see the man, I wonder why I leave...

I love my church. There's no place like Glide Memorial. I'm still astounded that I'm religious.

This weekend, I'm skipping class to march with the Alumni Cal Band! yea! I've also helped choreograph a dance step and it's gonna be performed in front of thousands of people! How's that for a choreography debut?!

So, that's my summary right now. I'll expound more later.