So I’m sitting here, at my desk, wincing from, oh, about the entire right side of my body, wondering how the hell did I get here.
Well, it’s an accumulation. Right now? I’m in pain. I pulled something in my shoulder Saturday from changing directions too fast during my run in Houston around Lauren’s apartment complex before diving into my homework for the rest of the day. Obvious win for me during mile 2 or 3. It’s Tuesday and my neck/shoulder is still killing me.
I also had to get to campus early today and make up a programming lab I missed last Friday from attending orientation for campus employees. And, of course, I pick a computer at the back of the lab. Little do I know, our lab is crazy ahead of the other labs, so I’m actually doing today’s lab. Which is being typed up for display (yay!), a complete 180 degrees in the other direction (UGH!) (PAIN!).
Also, since this seems to be an accumulation of makeup labs, who the hell knows who I’m in there with. I usually show up to class dressed pretty nice since I’m having to differentiate myself from undergrad students on a daily basis as it is. And, for some reason, I’m really charming and three different guys are texting me during lab. Before 10 a.m. I’d have to say things are going pretty well for me lately. So that’s why some guy, who looks about my age, and looks like he should be in the Ag department at A&M comes over and says “Can I get a w00t w00t!” at me near the end of lab. I thought he had seen my ring and said “Whoop Whoop” at first, but, why would that make any sense. For a second I’d forgotten I was currently setting up second home in the Math and Computer Science building this semester. After ignoring him, he asks if I’m okay. And then tells me I looked confused. Well, no, I’m NOT confused, I’m just exhausted from staying up until about 3, and waking up at 6:40. Thanks for your concern.
Now I have to sit here and keep my ankle stable. I spend a lot of my day on campus at Texas State University between work and campus, so as I’m returning to work… I do that thing that happens to us all sometimes. My feet give out from under me and I fall backwards on my ass. My 20 lb C++ book goes crashing down with me, along with my purse, my ankle rolls beneath me.
I sit there for about 4 seconds and wish I’d gotten more sleep last night. Instead of having it out over the phone for two hours after staying a little late after work, driving home, grocery shopping, inhaling dinner because I skipped lunch – also from delaying dinner because of my non-working ability with gas stoves.
Some girl asked me if I was okay. I cursed my incredibly cute boots and said “I’m fine, just my pride hurts”. I was lying. My shoulder is still throbbing and my ankle is rolled. And now I have to continue walking down this hill, only to walk back up it later today at 5.
How the hell am I supposed to get to 4 miles in a decent time by Saturday. Or 5 miles by next Wednesday.
