Life

Catching a Break

You just can’t catch a break!

This was a text message my friend sent me this morning.

“Actually, I did… “, I typed back, smirking slightly as I hit send. Catch a break I did! I’m currently sitting at work, for the first time in two weeks. My right leg is encased in a gray straight jacket of sorts, propped on an orange and white pillow, which was carefully placed on rolling stool beside my desk. (I’m v. Uncomfy, thanks for asking.)

What happened was as follows, two weeks ago I decided to purchase a Penny Skateboard, on a whim. We’d just bought one for my dad the week before, and I’d had so much fun riding it I decided to get one for myself.

Why not? I’m 27, I can do and purchase what I want. (slightly defensive. Sorry)

It arrived Tuesday evening, January 31st 2017 in a long box. I was in a hurry, I’d just left an appointment with my therapist, was slightly pissed off at some events of the day and looking forward to using my fun purchase. I’d also promised a friend I’d meet her for a study date / dinner but wanted to take the board for a quick spin before I left.

After changing clothes, I grabbed my roommate’s hyper pup, tucked my cell phone and keys in my sweatshirt pocket and ran out the door with the board. The initial start was a little dicey, figuring out how to work the dog and board in synch, but by the time we rounded the corner we were rolling at a good pace.

A little too fast for my liking, and as we turned down a second street I was starting to feel uncomfortable at the speed we were going.

“It’s definitely time to slow down before I accidentally kill myself,” I thought as I put my right leg down on the ground. That was literally the last thought I had, before I was hurtling to the ground with the sound of a distinct crunch reverberating in my ear.

It’s a sound I will never. forget.

I laid on the ground for a second, the wind knocked out of me as I did a quick self evaluation. I hurt, but not that bad, so surely that cracking sound was the skateboard. After all, if I’d broken my leg I’d be in much more pain, right? Right.

I rolled over.

My leg continued rolling at quite an unnatural angle.

Yeah, my leg was definitely broken.

I just broke my damn leg.

Fuck.

 

I sat there for a second trying to make sense of what had just happened. Piper was concerned and plunked herself on my lap as we stared off into the distance.

How the heck was I going to get back home? Roll on the skateboard? I attempted to lift myself onto it. That was a definite nope, and letting the hurt leg dangle DEFINITELY hurt. That was out of the question.
I looked at my cell phone, my roommate had just texted me a minute ago, I picked it up and immediately dialed her.

“Hey, I have Piper, but I think I broke my leg, could you come pick me up?”
Yeah, I’ll be right there.

We sat in the road for an eternity. Me thinking of all the implications of this break, and Piper getting her self as tangled as possible in a near by bush. (Can we all take a moment to appreciate the fact that I never let her go during all of this?) 

Eventually I saw her SUV creeping down the street and waved her over.

“Can you walk?”

Dude, if I let go of my leg right now it’s going to flop over!

Ok well, I’m going to have to pick you up.

Are you sure?

What other choice do we have?

Ok, let’s do it.

We secured Piper in the house, got my  purse and insurance card and headed to the hospital. Me giggling (slightly hysterically) that I Erin [Last Name] Was on my way to the hospital WITH A BROKEN LEG. After placing a call to my friend, family and parents; we arrived at the hospital where the orderly instructed me to get into the wheelchair on my own.

That was fun.

The following hours were filled with lots medical staff wheeling me hither, thither and yon, some accusing me of hogging a wheel chair unnecessarily (Because I wasn’t crying, screaming or acting as if I were in pain, which I wasn’t since it really didn’t hurt that badly) others sympathetically looking on, once they reviewed the x-rays.

Bless your heart!

You broke it real good didn’t you.

I do try. Thank you.
I was finally placed in a room once the X-rays had been viewed by a doctor and given pain meds.  This relieved me of the burden of holding on to my leg, but only if said leg was propped up on 20 pillows.

Well, so we will be admitting you tonight and performing surgery in the morning.

Hahahah wut.

I don’t get a cast and get to go home?

(Insert crying emojis here)

Let me double check, but I’m pretty sure we’ll get you in in the morning probably around 8AM. Parents would you like to see an x ray? You can take a photo of it to show her.

So not only is my leg in a million pieces I have to have surgery? I have to spend the night at a hospital? What more could go wrong?

(Never say that btw)

Fast forward some. The surgery went well and I spent a couple restless days cooped in a hospital room on a floor that resembled something from the Walking Dead.

Because I had a shit ton of metal in my ankle and through my tubular, I got to skip the fun cast option, went straight to crutches, with strict instructions to be No Weight on said foot.

Cooooool.

Two weeks later now we’re here. I spent a few days at my parents house, before moving back home. Where I spent my days alternating between my bed and the couch and cursing the side effects of my meds.

I was overjoyed to return to my work (mind you, I’ve only worked here for a week at this point), but now that I’m here I’m am exhausted and more go ready to go home.

The next five weeks are going to be hell.

College

Six Days In…

 

I can never start a semester without some sort of drama, and Spring 2017 is proving itself to be no different. (Why Jesus?)

I knew changing jobs would mean I’d have to make some adjustment, but I was extremely careful with how I arranged my schedule so it wouldn’t make that big of a splash. What’s that they say about the best laid plans? I have no idea, but I’m sure it goes something like: even the best laid plans go array.

So now I’m looking a semester with only one class ahead of me.

For those of you who haven’t been working on your bachelor’s degree for the past 10 years (I haven’t either, but it sounds more dramatic that way), this might not seem like a big deal, it might even seem logical, as I am working 40 hours a week. For me however, it’s set back. My goal is to graduate May 2018 and I refuse to be deterred from that. I only have thirty-nine hours of credits left before I can graduate, and if I (could have) took 9 credits this semester, 9 in the summer, 12 in the fall, I could easily have finished up the remaining 9 in the summer and happily accepted a job in …….. or Austin Texas (where my bestie lives).

Why are you in such a rush? – This quote from He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named  was one that frequently ruffled my feathers.

Because, dude.

I’m kind of ready to get on with my life. Have my own place, actually have a boyfriend, be able to have all my animals in one location, be on my own again; and for that I need money, and for money I need a bachelors degree. Not too mention, I do kind of want that masters degree, which will also cost money and time, and I do kind of want to have kids at some point. THAT’s why I’m kind of in a rush.

But God is saying no.

So.

I’m going to be ok with this. This is fine. I’m fine. We’re fine.

Narrator: But everything was NOT fine. Stay tuned for the next episode of “I don’t know how I got here…” 

Life

#intentional

Ya’ll already know what it is! (Now watch me whip…)

I’m just kidding. (But yes, that song is stuck in my head now)

Every where you go on the internet nowadays you can see someone talking shit about 2016 (as if it did something to them personally) which, I get, its been a hell of a year. But let’s be honest… a lot of it, we did to ourselves… I can admit that at least.

I literally had no goals for 2016, and while I thought at the time I was being badass, bucking the trend, taking life by the horns, dealing with what came at me,  when it came, I can’t say that it was a better way to live. ( I did have one goal actually, and definitely crushed it this year, but I can’t tell you what it is…) 

The majority of the reasons this year sucked, was  was a result of my actions / inaction. I started last year in a place of confusion, stress and anxiety; which continued to play out throughout the remainder of the year.

Twenty-Sixteen was the year I fell in love, a first for me to be honest; and  I didn’t know how to cope. I know that might sound strange, but this is who I am. I allowed that person to dictate my every action, to a point where I felt like I started to lose who I was as a person.

This is not to say that this is their fault, by any means, I fully own my actions. But they were the catalyst to many decisions I made over the year. I wanted to impress them, so I did things that perhaps could have waited, in order to prove to them that I was worth being around. #insecurityforthewin

Looking back, I sometimes am not sure how I “survived.”

The emotional anxiety of being in a relationship with no definition, the stress of finding roommates, finding somewhere to live, dealing with work stress, job hunting, passing classes, the financial burden of sick animals, traveling, maintaining friendships, losing friends…the recognition of developing a generalized anxiety disorder.. felt like too much for one person at times. Despite all of that, there were still bright spots.

I’ve formed close bonds with my coworkers, made new friends, took a cruise to the Bahamas, Road tripped from Montana to Tennessee, passed all my classes with A’s and B’s. (Except for one out lier, but that doesn’t count) and obtained a new job.

Twenty-Seventeen will be different.

They gon say they hard, I’m a say I’m harder
They gon say they grind, I’m a grind smarter
They gon say they shining but the lights is on me
Only three things:
Stunt
Shine
And flex!

Ballin Hard /  Wacka Flocka Flame

That Guy and I agreed to take a break for a couple of months to reevaluate things. If we’re not on the same page this time around, I’m out. (That sounds cold, but i’m really freaking out about this) 

Obviously I’ve made a change in my work situation.

This coming semester I will only take two classes instead of 3-4 (pushing on potential graduation dates, but I’ve got to do what’s best for me) 

I’m going to continue therapy… not a huge fan of it to be honest, but I will see it through.

I will be more intentional about how I live life. Last year I floated, took things as they came, made decisions on a whim instead of planning like I normally do. I thought perhaps I needed to change somethings about myself, but I really didn’t.

But that’s all part of life. Living. Learning. Loving… amirite?

am i right?

Let’s do this 2017!

To being more intentional and less … well un-intentional this year! 🙂

Cheers!

E

 

College

Closing the Books

 

It’s 11:00 A.M. on a Monday morning, two days after finals have ended here at the University of Tennessee. Today is a bit nerve wracking for me as this is the day I find out what grades I ended the semester with.

I took the plunge and signed up for twelve credits worth of classes this semester, which by itself wouldn’t be a whole lot, but factor in 40 hour work weeks, football games on the weekends (10-11 hour work days), a dog, two cats, a relationship and social events… its a lot.

I struggled a lot this semester. Work was stressful, School was a constant, working weekends was exhausting, and trying to figure out the complications of figuring out what role another human plays into the grand scheme of things was anxiety ridden.

Some how, I only managed to turn in one assignment late (by 30 seconds).

Some how, I managed to successfully show up to all scheduled events with bells on.

Some how, I managed to maintain not only friendships, but a pretty good relationship.

Some how, I only managed to have a mental break down only once a month.

I checked today, and at the moment I have three B’s and a C.

#wonthedoit