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These guys are confused…
Today I went to the podiatrist’s office with the hopes of having some questions about surgery answered. I left with more questions… and funny thing, so did the doctor. Apparently, swelling and lingering pain are not regular symptoms of Haglund’s deformity. Who knew?
So, sometime, I will go in for an MRI and hopefully that will answer some of the new questions… namely, what is wrong with my feet? Still surgery on 7 May? Who knows. Until then, I won’t think too much about it, because I can’t logically come to any conclusions… and I don’t want my imagination at the wheel.
On a random note, today I also went to the beach for the first time this season. There was a lovely sunset, and a million seagulls. The original plan was to eat pizza and watch the sunset… but alas, we could not find the pizza place. So, we turned to plan two, Italian, only to find that the restaurant was too ritzy and we were dressed way down and would feel ridiculous walking in. So, we jay-walked four lanes of traffic to go to the sushi place across the street. I ordered and we had a lovely assortment of scary and delicious things, some of which were so heavy with wasabi that they cleared out respiratory passages I had no idea were congested. I am a brand new person for having experienced the unexpected. I also ate salad with chopsticks, which is more difficult than one might think. In the end, we still felt too dressed down—the guy at the next table had a nicer hoodie than my friend and I, but we weren’t too bent out of shape about that.
Life at home has been pretty quiet. There’s this concept of 8+ hours of sleep in ONE night (not two or dare I say, three?) that I have been exploring. The lines under my eyes that I’ve had since high school are gone. Life changing? I think so. I’ve been kind of wandering around keeping myself occupied by taking up art projects, using the telephone, reading, making quesadillas, polishing wooden elephants, and brushing the dog. I have further ambitions to sew up a storm later on, as well as to find the perfect pair of jeans and to do some much-needed traveling (we’re talking East Coast). Almost paradise. The only thing that would make it a paradise complete is the addition of my Handsome Man… rest assured, that makes the to-do list as well.
[RACHEL]
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watch out for these guys…
Right now, I am taking a break from writing a 10-page paper about classroom management philosophies so I can tell you about the time my handsome man and I almost got eaten by a goose. It all started when we went on a birding adventure at Utah Lake. We blazed trails through bushes and peered at squirrels and sticks through binoculars (or at least I did, finding birds in binoculars is not my talent), and even managed to sight a few birds. The sun was sinking low, and the mosquitoes were after our sweet, sweet legs. I’ve got the bites to prove it. The evening was nice and quiet, the sky was golden, and life was full of that late-afternoon energy that usually doesn’t manifest itself until the middle of summer. We came upon a big flock of coots and decided to scare them away, so we took off running and successfully scattered the crowd. In our frenzy we (I) decided that it would also be fun to chase after two geese standing casually next to a tire swing. I speedily approached the goose closest to me, and began to inwardly freak out as it began hissing at me. I continued to move forward, fueled by curiosity. The goose then charged after me, its neck out completely straight and parallel to the ground. It was screaming and so was I. I began to outwardly freak out. My man stood and watched as hilarity ensued. I was yelling and running, a look of sheer terror in my eyes. I outran the stupid bird, as visions of orange beaks sinking into my sweet, sweet legs terrorized me. I was ready to chuck my Birding field guide at it, but then I realized that I had escaped. Then my Handsome Man and I laughed our guts out. Yes, friends… I almost died.
The semester is over! It went by so fast, I can’t believe it. There has been so much happiness, so many good memories. I think that’s why time passed so quickly. I’m not really ready to turn the page on this part of life, but I know that between the surgeries, couch confinement, and time spent at home, there will be a blessed reunion or two to keep things spicy. I have so much to be grateful for, I decided. Life is rad because I am learning so much here at school. Life is rad because I have a family that loves me. Life is rad because I am getting surgery so I can be on my way to running, dancing, and playing once again. Life is rad because I’ve got my handsome man. These are good times.
[RACHEL]
