I Hate Everything About Today

I promise not all of these posts will be negative. I found out yesterday that I have a stress fracture on my left foot, and have been walking on it for at least a week, if not longer. It's been causing me pain and shit, and I finally went to the doctor. After the x-rays he told me the wonderful news and put me in a soft cast.

Normally, I'd be really excited. This is the first bone I've ever broken. How is that possible, you might ask? I've never been one for hurting myself. When I was a freshman in college, I sprained my ankle for the first time in my life. It was a horrible sprain and my foot has never fully healed. It is the same foot that has this fracture, which leads my incredibly attractive podiatrist to believe that this fracture has always been there, but was recently aggravated.

Well fuck me. I have to drive back to Iowa in two days with a broken foot that has to remain in this cast for 6 weeks. I can't be on it very often, and I have to have it propped up when I'm sitting down. In Iowa there is ice and snow, and I have to walk through it all to class. Snow and ice are my mortal enemies, because I manage to fall on them every time I step into them. I fall at least once a day in Iowa, and I can only imagine what fresh hell awaits me now that I have to walk with this ridiculous fucking cast and boot combination.

This is the paragraph where I whine about how much I hate everything, largely because I'm not ready to go back to Iowa. I already miss my family and friends, and I've still got two days with them. This broken foot has a small part to do with my whining, but most of it is because I truly don't want to leave Alvin. I love my church, my pastor and his family, and my family is always on my mind, along with my lifelong friends I leave here every time I go back to Iowa. Right now, the fact that this is my last semester in Iowa is small comfort.

Now that that's done, the only funny thing that has come out of the last few days is the fact that I have contracted a fungus on my foot, which I have to treat with cream twice a day. My siblings have come up with some nice names, but my favorite is mushroom head. Having left you with that charming tidbit of information, I bid you adieu.