Through the Glass
Through the Glass
“United State of Pop 2012 (Shine Brighter)”
Here’s to 2012 — you were an amazing year, and I don’t regret a second of you. The past year has proven to me that sometimes, everything has to fall apart in order to come together.
2013: Let’s do this again, but even better.
Update: Some technical difficulties; stream is live again!
It should be well-known that I hate cancer; so much so that I murdered it myself.
That said, there’s something you should check out RIGHT NOW. The other night, a reddit post directed me to Kevin Full, and absolutely INCREDIBLE drummer; and you should already know I don’t really praise many musicians that highly without significant merit.
He’s been doing live drum-a-thons recently… to raise money for a friend’s chemotherapy bills. One drum-a-thon lasted 10 hours, and I caught one the other night that was 7 1/2 hours of constant, amazing talent. I watched every single minute. Sticks were broken, his stool was broken, and in between songs he’d tape his blistered, calloused, bleeding hands before pounding out another amazing rendition of some random request from strangers on the Internet.
I don’t make a lot of money; I have enough to feed myself and take care of general expenses… but my budget isn’t huge. Nevertheless, I found myself donating $5 within the first hour, and another $5 later. When I think about $10, I think about it in terms of 4 loaves of my favorite bread from Harris Teeter — yet I chose to donate it to Kevin’s cause instead.
Honestly, I did donate a bit of it because he was attractive, talented, charming, and had a great sense of humor (blame it on the estrogen), but, as someone who went through her own horrifying experience with cancer, I knew it was going to something more important. The dedication Kevin shows to this just makes me prouder to have contributed.
So, dear readers, friends, musicians, audiophiles — check out his stream now. He went live at 5:30 PM PDT, and he’s going to go as long as he can.
Even if you can’t donate, please spread the word to everyone you possibly can and enjoy the amazing show. It’s worth it. Kevin is worth it, and kicking cancer’s ass is worth it.
Have a beautiful night, guys!
“Five Step [Overdub Mashup]“
Also, best thing said to me in recent memory:
“I hope you stay being a meteor that doesn’t just glance off atmospheres and drift away into the dark of space. I hope you keep on keeping on with direct hits on planets and with annihilating their civilizations.”
“Wichita Vortex Sutra”
Note: THIS WALL OF TEXT IS NOT NEW MUSIC
For those who’ve been following my Twitter feed or, I don’t know, knowing me in real life (ha!), I’m obviously too lazy now to get into detail about all of this more than once, so here’s the deal with my (most recent) issues with destroying myself:
Sunday, June 10
Walking to my car with a friend after a movie night at Highland’s apartment, 100% sober, I decided to forget everything I’d ever learned about walking. I tripped over my own feet in the parking lot, flailed in the air for a minute, and landed without any sense of grace or balance whatsoever. I really wish I had a better story than that, but I have the coordination of a baby giraffe on a tilt-a-whirl… so that happened.
I felt a pop/crunch sensation in my left ankle, followed by a whole lot of pain in both the ankle and my right foot. Laid in the parking lot for a minute trying to shake it off, telling Alden I was totally cool and I just needed to sit down for a minute… turned out that didn’t work. Alden and Highland helped me back inside the apartment, where I promptly deposited myself on Highland’s couch. He gave me an ice pack, an ankle wrap, a towel (I was bleeding from wounds sustained in the fall, because, I mean, why not?), ibuprofen, and was just basically the most awesome babysitter ever. Plus he let me sleep on his couch and bleed all over his house, so, I mean… that’s like, a good bit of what defines the best kind of friend anyone could imagine. Hero I needed, not the one I deserved: because clumsiness doesn’t deserve to be rewarded with jack.
I ate all his ibuprofen, he read me a bedtime story, and I either passed out from the pain or I actually fell asleep… one of those.
Monday, June 11
Woke up, remembered why it felt like I’d been punished by the mob (if they went for ankles/feet instead of kneecaps), and figured I should probably go home, and maaaaaaybe see a doctor. Highland was asleep, so I sent him a goodbye text from downstairs and promised that I would name my firstborn after him (or a few cases of beer, something like that). Somehow, I got on my feet, walked across the parking lot, and got into my car. All I really remember from this is a) it was really, really painful, and b) one of his neighbors was watching me perform what must have looked like a really messed up walk of shame. Not only was I wearing the clothes I’d slept in, I’m pretty sure I had a seriously creepy gait; probably a lot like this.
After a couple hours of denial, I called my doctor’s office to get the ankle checked out. I figured it was just a bad sprain or something, because the last time I’d had to make an appointment like this — at the end of April — I’d broken one finger and almost chopped off another while closing a window (5 stitches!)… and no one on the planet could possibly be so clumsy as to have two bone-breaking accidents so close together. This was made worse since both of these accidents were textbook examples of catastrophic failures of basic motor skills in an otherwise healthy individual.
Anyway, my doctor was all like, “Um, you need some x-rays, like, now.” So, I drove straight to the orthopedics clinic for a “walk-in” appointment… which was much less about walking and more about hobbling and dragging my appendages.
3 hours later, I was fitted with ACE bandages, crutches, and a really awesome orthopedic boot (it has an adjustable air bladder!!) — x-rays and the doctors had concluded I’d basically fucked my shit up, like so:
So I turned into an astronaut (lol like they still exist, amirite), with a boot and some okay painkillers:
Up until I checked in to the orthopedic clinic, I’d been walking around without any support for my ankle or my foot (~4 hours), so I wasn’t allowed to walk at all for four days — as if I would have wanted to do that, anyway.
Saturday, June 16
One of my best childhood friends got married. I’d already warned her of my condition, but I wasn’t going to miss her wedding for the world. Besides, it gave me an excuse to wear a) no heels, b) a wrap dress (one step up from a robe), and c) yoga pants under the dress. Silver linings!
For some reason I seem to attempt to assert my independence and self-reliance even when my lower extremities are not functional, so I may have overexerted myself a little bit. What might have been a small tweak to my ankle ended up making me stay in bed and eat painkillers again for a couple days after that.
Sunday, June 24
Milestone: Able to walk short distances with only one crutch.
Monday, June 25
Milestone: Able to wear a shoe on my right foot.
Tuesday, June 26
Follow-up appointment at the orthopedic clinic for new x-rays. After I mentioned some pain in my left foot that I hadn’t originally noticed, I got an extra set to check that out. Turns out I’d managed to fracture a bone in my foot, as well… because I’m just that incredible.
For those of you at home keeping track:
- talus (aka “THE ankle bone”) – clean break
- fibula (long leg bone) – clean break by the talus
- navicular (mid-foot) – hairline fracture
- basically all the connective tissue passing through the arch of the foot – torn/strained/sprained/etc to varying extents (but no fasciitis!)
The good news is that it looks like all the bone injuries are remodeling at an exceptional rate (thanks, milk!), so I should be able to go without the boot in 4-6 weeks; probably closer to 4. They also gave me a plastic cast to use so I can actually get in the pool without worrying about lateral immobilization (ie “keeping my broken bones wiggling from side to side”). If something goes wrong, I get to have a foot MRI, but I’d really like to not do that, so I’m counting on nothing going wrong.
I’ll probably start PT next week, 1-3x/wk for at least 8 weeks depending on how quickly the breaks heal up, and I have another appointment with orthopedics in 4 weeks to check on my progress. How much I use the crutches is generally up to me; obviously I should stay on them for a while, but keeping the bones immobilized is the important part for now. As long as I’m good at that, no surgery.
TL;DR: Destroyed my ankle and feet, in a boot and on crutches, but shit could be worse!