Injured. Again.

It’s mostly been a good summer at City Hall. But, my back and ankle problems have culminated in this:

So yeah. Ouch. 4 days later, it’s not a bad sprain, but it’s still going to take me out for a couple of weeks at least. I’ve been keeping it up as much as possible, and applying Arnica on it 3-4 times a day. But I’m still working, I’m not taking time off, and a day at work means walking, lifting, and climbing ladders. It hurts, and it costs me healing and recovery.

I’m not entirely sure what to do next. I think I’ve had a discreet chronic minor ankle injury that I’ve just turned into an acute major ankle injury. But I’ve also got back problems that I think are affecting my ankle. I need help from medical professionals. Unfortunately…

Have I mentioned how much I despise the medical industrial complex? I need to see a doctor. I’ve got a good sports orthopedic doc, it just takes a while to get in to see him and he is just good, not right all the time. I need to see a chiropractor regularly, but that takes time and money, the two things I never seem to have enough of.

But seriously, fuck the American medical industrial complex. I have paid, and continue to pay, so much, for the privilege of having bad experiences with doctors and insurance and medical facilities. I hate them, I hate them all. I hate them fully and completely without any reservation. The American medical industrial complex is a thoroughly corrupt, greedy, inept, totally fucked up system. It does not help me, it just takes my money. And usually, wastes my time too. 

For myself, I’m going to start my back exercises again. That’s something I can do, that probably won’t hurt, doesn’t cost money, and doesn’t require someone else to help me or forms or appointments. It’s just the time and commitment of doing it regularly. I never seem to have any time to do anything else, especially not take care of myself.

Except, for one thing: Playing footbag has been how I’ve taken care of myself, in so many ways, for so many years. Physically, mentally, spiritually; footbag has been my refreshment and salvation. Yet, to be able to do this one thing I do, to take care of myself, I must consistently fight other people, and always the weather, to do it.

This IS the time I take to take care of myself. And, It’s already a constant battle to get that time: One pre-scheduled time slot a week, no rainchecks, no concessions. So, I work my ass off the rest of the week, fight like hell, and make make damn sure I get that time. But, it seems to be all the fight I’ve got, and all the taking care of myself time I get. It doesn’t matter whether or not I can walk; I may not get to play footbag, but I’ve still got to carry my own laundry up and down two flights of stairs.

Speaking of time, here’s the scoreboard for the year:

June 26th: Yet Another Great PhatTyre Sport First Rally and A Fun Thirty One – 2 hrs

July 3rd: 3rd of July – 1 hr

July 11th: More Props at City Hall – 1/2 hour solo, 1 hr circle hack, I’m calling it – 1 hr

July 18th: First Fun Then Disaster (above) – 1 hr

That puts me at 40:30 for the year. I had *just* caught up, but then my ankle has limited my play time, putting me 3 hours behind, and destined to get even farther behind now that I’m injured and need to take a week or two off.

By the time I can kick again, I will have to kick 2 full hours every week the rest of the year to meet my goal. But I can’t even kick that much in a single weekly session right now. The only way I’m going to make that goal, is a lot of time in the Homie Hole. Mark my word: there will be issues. If kicking in the Homie Hole regularly is the only way I can play footbag, I expect it to become a fight to be able to play there at all. Bring it the fuck on.

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