403: forbidden

0) My mom accompanied me to a brain-adjuster appointment at awful o'clock in the morning (the only schedule slot that all parties could arrive for). It was Good and Useful.

1) zeightyfiv became Dr. zeightyfiv.

2) Departing after the ceremony, I tried to circumvent the traffic jam on the stairs and instead fell + slid down five rows of auditorium seats. Injured right wrist, lower back, left shank.

3) The following 6.5h were spent at the ER, during which I had a total of 12 15 X-rays taken. They probably could've left off the last set, but the orthopedist wanted to look at my right ankle to compare with the left.

4) I was discharged around 21:00 with diagnosis of a minor fracture at the top of my left fibula. I have a straight-leg brace, crutches, and instructions not to bend my left knee until my orthopedics follow-up in a fortnight. Shall be seeing my GP far sooner than that, though, because the prescribed pain meds are utterly insufficient for that span of time.

5) I am home and medicated. Sleep now.

A year ago today, I married the wonderful zeightyfiv. He gets better with time, too.

Last Monday, 2/14: Up at 06:00. Class, groceries, home. Spent the afternoon figuring out how to make icecream cupcakes for zeightyfiv's birthday. Presented them that evening - the expression on his face was priceless.

This Monday, 2/21: Up until 02:00, reading 600-odd of the 1001 Mournland Horrors, in preparation for sending my D&D players there in a few sessions. Woke up around 06:00 with a pretty good idea of how I'm going to run things in that region of blatant offense against the natural order. Poked zeightyfiv repeatedly until he stopped snoring. Woke up again around noon. In the next 9h, I need to set up all meals for tomorrow, start some plants in pots (thyme, peppers, and early tomatoes), and if there's any time remaining, make some apricot-habanero jelly.

Next Monday, 2/28: Back to the grindstone, including roughly 3h total on the T.