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Feb. 23rd, 2007 10:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bodldopsTook the Repro midterm. Think I did okay, despite the convolutedness of the questions. Am determined not to worry about it, because that would totally ruin my WHOLE TEST-FREE WEEK. *glees about this*
My knee hurts. For those what don't know, there's actually a good reason for my knee to hurt. When I was thirteen, I decided I'd join a gymnastics class. Don't ask me why I wanted to join a gymnastics class - I never particularly enjoyed flying through the air, never really figured out how to do a decent cartwheel before that, even. But I had fun in the gymnastics class, despite my own non-natural-flexiness. I certainly wasn't the best in the class, but I wasn't the worst either. Though as an aside, I'd say there's something deeply wrong about a sport where if you aren't good on a national level in your early teens, you're not likely to rise to the top ranks. Anyway. Little non-flexy but fun-having me in a gymnastics class. And then one day, a few days before my fourteenth birthday, we were working on basic stuff - using a springboard and landing correctly after doing some random pike thing or other. And the girl in line in front of me went, did her thing, landed, and got off the mat. The coach signaled me to go, I ran, hit the springboard, went up... and the girl in front of me decided to flop back on the mat. I flailed, forgot the whole 'bent knees are good' thing, and hit the mat totally wrong. My left knee hurt. After a couple doctors, a misdiagnosis, lots of very painful radiographs and a scary MRI later, it was discovered I'd ripped my left ACL. There was lots of scary talk about not walking until the physeal plates closed, or doing the repair surgery early and risking uneven limb development, and such. They did an exploratory, and lo, I only ripped it 95% of the way. >.> So eventually it stopped hurting quite so bad, I went to rehab, did my exercises, and eventually got better. I had to be careful about some things, like rough sports (volleyball, downhill skiing, etc), and sometimes my knee ached, but I was pretty much okay.
And then a few years later (I think it was a few weeks after my sixteenth birthday, but I can't swear to it. Fifteen or sixteen.) I was at in Santa Cruz with a church youth group, and we'd had a very long day of sun, purple sunblock used as warpaint, beach volleyball, rides, and various games, and we were heading back to camp, when, for no reason that I can remember, that last 5% blew out.
Note: The nurses at the Santa Cruz ER are nice. As was Jamie, one of the camp counsellors, who made me laugh even when it HURT ARGH.
So this time there was actual opening-up-the-knee-and-fixing-things surgery, and a long recovery (I have pics, somewhere, of being in Yellowstone in a wheelchair and on crutches. And lo, there was much growling at 'Handicap Access' ramps.), and such.
So when my left knee hurts?
I get kinda anxious.
And it hurts.
It'll probably be fine if I stop being stupid and start icing it and taking a decent amount of NSAIDS, but.
Plz don't break again, stupid knee.
WHAT THE HECK.
JUST.
WHAT WAS THAT?
Okay, I can buy the dead people scenes. And I liked seeing bomber boy again, because I liked him a lot, and flailed muchly at the screen when he got blown to tinytiny bits.
And I totally cried when Merideth's mom showed up and said 'You are anything but ordinary'. Because. Yeah, how much did she need to hear that?
But. HI, IZZY, NOW IS NOT THE TIME TO GO BITCHY AT YOUR BEST FRIEND'S NEW WIFE. ALSO? CALLY/GEORGE IS NOT A MISTAKE. JUST BECAUSE YOU ARE STUPID IN LOVE DOESN'T MEAN EVERYONE ELSE IS.
...
Even if that's mostly true for this show.
Also, Ex-Mrs. McDreamy (I swear, someday I'm going to remember her name) having the realization that McDreamy would have never been that frantic about her was SUPREME OW. But I hope McSteamy pulls through for her. (Need to learn his name too)
George/Cally for the win. Even if I missed the episode where they announced they got married. Also, Cally O'Malley might be the best name ever.
How much do we love the Chief for not giving up? We love him muchly. Because Merideth always has been very indecisive, figures she'd need EXTRA LONG TIME to figure out if she wants to live or not.
OW, CHRISTINA. JUST. OW. Also, kudos to Burke for going and knocking some sense into her head. "She is your person. If she dies, and you aren't there, I don't see you coming back from that." OW. So, for this episode, Christina/Burke for the win. Also, Christina being there when Merideth woke up. *OWWW*
Am so, so, so ready for the perky resident to get her long-awaited slapdown. Just. *twitch*
And how much does Bailey rock? Bailey rocks so much. Perkygirl: "I think you're going to give me a run for my money!" *uberfakehugegrin* Bailey: *to herself, after perkygirl has flounced off* Yes. Yes, I am. *uberconfident*
Also, how much do we love... ARGH ME AND THE NAMES. Anyway. The wrestling guy who's totally going to be a baby doctor. Yes. Him and the pregnant girl with the retrograde amnesia. That was one of the sweetest scenes in the whole episode. KUDOS FOR THAT.
Okay. I should saunter off to class now. Even if my brain is totally fried.
My knee hurts. For those what don't know, there's actually a good reason for my knee to hurt. When I was thirteen, I decided I'd join a gymnastics class. Don't ask me why I wanted to join a gymnastics class - I never particularly enjoyed flying through the air, never really figured out how to do a decent cartwheel before that, even. But I had fun in the gymnastics class, despite my own non-natural-flexiness. I certainly wasn't the best in the class, but I wasn't the worst either. Though as an aside, I'd say there's something deeply wrong about a sport where if you aren't good on a national level in your early teens, you're not likely to rise to the top ranks. Anyway. Little non-flexy but fun-having me in a gymnastics class. And then one day, a few days before my fourteenth birthday, we were working on basic stuff - using a springboard and landing correctly after doing some random pike thing or other. And the girl in line in front of me went, did her thing, landed, and got off the mat. The coach signaled me to go, I ran, hit the springboard, went up... and the girl in front of me decided to flop back on the mat. I flailed, forgot the whole 'bent knees are good' thing, and hit the mat totally wrong. My left knee hurt. After a couple doctors, a misdiagnosis, lots of very painful radiographs and a scary MRI later, it was discovered I'd ripped my left ACL. There was lots of scary talk about not walking until the physeal plates closed, or doing the repair surgery early and risking uneven limb development, and such. They did an exploratory, and lo, I only ripped it 95% of the way. >.> So eventually it stopped hurting quite so bad, I went to rehab, did my exercises, and eventually got better. I had to be careful about some things, like rough sports (volleyball, downhill skiing, etc), and sometimes my knee ached, but I was pretty much okay.
And then a few years later (I think it was a few weeks after my sixteenth birthday, but I can't swear to it. Fifteen or sixteen.) I was at in Santa Cruz with a church youth group, and we'd had a very long day of sun, purple sunblock used as warpaint, beach volleyball, rides, and various games, and we were heading back to camp, when, for no reason that I can remember, that last 5% blew out.
Note: The nurses at the Santa Cruz ER are nice. As was Jamie, one of the camp counsellors, who made me laugh even when it HURT ARGH.
So this time there was actual opening-up-the-knee-and-fixing-things surgery, and a long recovery (I have pics, somewhere, of being in Yellowstone in a wheelchair and on crutches. And lo, there was much growling at 'Handicap Access' ramps.), and such.
So when my left knee hurts?
I get kinda anxious.
And it hurts.
It'll probably be fine if I stop being stupid and start icing it and taking a decent amount of NSAIDS, but.
Plz don't break again, stupid knee.
WHAT THE HECK.
JUST.
WHAT WAS THAT?
Okay, I can buy the dead people scenes. And I liked seeing bomber boy again, because I liked him a lot, and flailed muchly at the screen when he got blown to tinytiny bits.
And I totally cried when Merideth's mom showed up and said 'You are anything but ordinary'. Because. Yeah, how much did she need to hear that?
But. HI, IZZY, NOW IS NOT THE TIME TO GO BITCHY AT YOUR BEST FRIEND'S NEW WIFE. ALSO? CALLY/GEORGE IS NOT A MISTAKE. JUST BECAUSE YOU ARE STUPID IN LOVE DOESN'T MEAN EVERYONE ELSE IS.
...
Even if that's mostly true for this show.
Also, Ex-Mrs. McDreamy (I swear, someday I'm going to remember her name) having the realization that McDreamy would have never been that frantic about her was SUPREME OW. But I hope McSteamy pulls through for her. (Need to learn his name too)
George/Cally for the win. Even if I missed the episode where they announced they got married. Also, Cally O'Malley might be the best name ever.
How much do we love the Chief for not giving up? We love him muchly. Because Merideth always has been very indecisive, figures she'd need EXTRA LONG TIME to figure out if she wants to live or not.
OW, CHRISTINA. JUST. OW. Also, kudos to Burke for going and knocking some sense into her head. "She is your person. If she dies, and you aren't there, I don't see you coming back from that." OW. So, for this episode, Christina/Burke for the win. Also, Christina being there when Merideth woke up. *OWWW*
Am so, so, so ready for the perky resident to get her long-awaited slapdown. Just. *twitch*
And how much does Bailey rock? Bailey rocks so much. Perkygirl: "I think you're going to give me a run for my money!" *uberfakehugegrin* Bailey: *to herself, after perkygirl has flounced off* Yes. Yes, I am. *uberconfident*
Also, how much do we love... ARGH ME AND THE NAMES. Anyway. The wrestling guy who's totally going to be a baby doctor. Yes. Him and the pregnant girl with the retrograde amnesia. That was one of the sweetest scenes in the whole episode. KUDOS FOR THAT.
Okay. I should saunter off to class now. Even if my brain is totally fried.
