Captain of my own…wha??

Anyone who reads this blog has probably figured out by now that I have a lot of opinions, I’m pretty firmly in the feminist camp, and I get a bit miffed when guys get some sort of sense of superiority because they happen to have a pee-stick. If you didn’t know that by now, well…now you do.

And there’s a point to knowing that. But first – GAH. It’s been a while in the posting department, because my brain is in full on meltdown mode right now. In fact, I’m writing this blog post because I need a break, since I’ve been reading the same paragraph over and over for the last half hour, and I can’t keep looking at Pinterest and Facebook, because that’s ultimately the opposite of productivity. Writing a blog post at least gets some of the gunk out, or at least I hope it will. Continue reading

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I Love My Orthopedic Surgeon

Went to the Ortho today. He’s a straight shooter, no BS kind of guy. Prognosis: start physical therapy next week, 2x weekly for 6 weeks. Develop range of motion, plus strengthening of trapezius. Can drive/bike/sports/other activity as determined by comfort level and pain medication, avoid activities while impaired, but be cognizant of own levels to increase activity while slowly decreasing pain management. Pain management is right on track for where it should be, and don’t feel bad about medicating for muscle pain, because the muscular damage can take longer to heal than the bone. Also, don’t let the PT people cause pain. Be own advocate for advancement within comfort levels. Continue reading

It ain’t easy being…broken.

Constructing the Past – LeGoff and Nora
Art and its Histories – Edwards
On Violence – Arendt
Trauma and Recovery – Herman
The New Art History – Harris
Places of Public Memory – Ott, Dickinson, Blair
The Affect Theory Reader – Gregg et. al

These are the books, among others, that are on my comps reading list. These are the books I’ve been trying to read for the past three weeks. I pick them up, and then put them down. Up, down. Up, down. I can’t focus. My brain is mush from the vicodin that dampens down the pain in my back and side. I have slowly started becoming more mobile, with small victories being pulled from the simplest of tasks: making refrigerator pickles. Doing a load of laundry. Putting my hair into a (very messy) ponytail. Putting on my own pants. Continue reading

How To Help Your Injured Friend

This post is a compilation of ideas, input and opinions from several of my friends who have been injured in roller derby, bike and auto accidents, and also people who have had surgery, either elective or required (such as for cancer treatment.) Not all of these responses apply to all situations, and not everyone reacts in the same way, so consider this a view into the perspective of the injured/ill person, and start from there when offering help. Continue reading