Back In The Saddle Again
I've missed y'all!!
After two rather unfortunate circumstances, I'm back to blogging. It was weird not being able to post...
First, and most unfortunate circumstance: I partially tore a ligament in my left foot. Yes, I did. How, you might ask? Well, let's say it was nothing particularly heroic, or dramatic. It was actually kinda dumb. So on Saturday, the 14th, I had a hankering for some Jamaican food. I placed an order for some Jerk and plantains and proceeded to make my way to the restaurant. It was raining and such but I didn't think it was that hard a rain. So I ventured out with some beach sandals and shorts and a tee.
The rain intensified as I drove to the spot. Of course it did.
As I got to the restaurant, all rainy hell broke loose. The street turned into a makeshift river. And I, like a dumb-ass, got out of the car because I just had to have some Jerk chicken. So, as I said, I parked and got out. I looked down to ground, and noticed that the gutter had seemingly expanded to be about three feet wide with flowing water. Just then, a big flash of lightning occurred. I have this irrational fear of being struck by lightning (one of the few things I fear) and I didn't think placing even a foot in the watery torrent that was the gutter/street edge was wise, either from a hygiene or electrical-conductivity standpoint, so I figured I'd leap to cross it.
Not a big deal. I've done such things before.
It was then, that "it" happened. As I pushed off on my left foot, I felt a distinct "pop." I landed fine on my right foot, but trying to put pressure on my left foot was instantly painful. I hopped, one-legged, into the restaurant, dropped my cash, and rolled out with my chicken and plantains. I looked crazy: hopping out of the restaurant with a bag of chicken and banana, avoiding pressure on my foot, the instep of which was rapidly swelling, all the while cursing the southeast-Asia monsoon season-style downpour. A painful night, a trip to the ER, and three X-Rays later, I learned for sure what I already knew: partially torn ligament in my foot. So, since Sunday, I've been off my feet, and bored out of my skull sitting at home, with ibuprofen, ice packs and HBO.
Second unfortunate circumstance: Prior to my injury, I had a bit of an accident with my trusty MacBook.
A tumble out of my camera bag led the BlackBook to fall rear edge-first, bounce, then skate top-face down across my apartment floor, apparently damaging the back-light element. So, I could hear my machine power up, but I had no screen to view. Shit! A UPS trip to Santa Clara, California and MacService, was now in order for my beloved Mac. Since it had just been there a scant six months before (when I mistakenly stepped on the laptop as it sat on the floor next to my bed, cracking the glossy LCD screen), this most recent service was technically under warranty. They didn't need to know that the recent damage was accidental, and not a part failure.
So, $39 and one week later, my beloved black MacBook was back in my hands.
Of course, as a result of these combined mishaps, I've been gone for about a week.
Lessons learned: first, if it's raining like from God's own shower-head, stay home. Jerk Chicken is not worth it.
Second, electronics are fragile. Feet plus floors plus MacBooks equal pain, suffering and somewhat lighter wallets.
After two rather unfortunate circumstances, I'm back to blogging. It was weird not being able to post...
First, and most unfortunate circumstance: I partially tore a ligament in my left foot. Yes, I did. How, you might ask? Well, let's say it was nothing particularly heroic, or dramatic. It was actually kinda dumb. So on Saturday, the 14th, I had a hankering for some Jamaican food. I placed an order for some Jerk and plantains and proceeded to make my way to the restaurant. It was raining and such but I didn't think it was that hard a rain. So I ventured out with some beach sandals and shorts and a tee.
The rain intensified as I drove to the spot. Of course it did.
As I got to the restaurant, all rainy hell broke loose. The street turned into a makeshift river. And I, like a dumb-ass, got out of the car because I just had to have some Jerk chicken. So, as I said, I parked and got out. I looked down to ground, and noticed that the gutter had seemingly expanded to be about three feet wide with flowing water. Just then, a big flash of lightning occurred. I have this irrational fear of being struck by lightning (one of the few things I fear) and I didn't think placing even a foot in the watery torrent that was the gutter/street edge was wise, either from a hygiene or electrical-conductivity standpoint, so I figured I'd leap to cross it.
Not a big deal. I've done such things before.
It was then, that "it" happened. As I pushed off on my left foot, I felt a distinct "pop." I landed fine on my right foot, but trying to put pressure on my left foot was instantly painful. I hopped, one-legged, into the restaurant, dropped my cash, and rolled out with my chicken and plantains. I looked crazy: hopping out of the restaurant with a bag of chicken and banana, avoiding pressure on my foot, the instep of which was rapidly swelling, all the while cursing the southeast-Asia monsoon season-style downpour. A painful night, a trip to the ER, and three X-Rays later, I learned for sure what I already knew: partially torn ligament in my foot. So, since Sunday, I've been off my feet, and bored out of my skull sitting at home, with ibuprofen, ice packs and HBO.
Second unfortunate circumstance: Prior to my injury, I had a bit of an accident with my trusty MacBook.
A tumble out of my camera bag led the BlackBook to fall rear edge-first, bounce, then skate top-face down across my apartment floor, apparently damaging the back-light element. So, I could hear my machine power up, but I had no screen to view. Shit! A UPS trip to Santa Clara, California and MacService, was now in order for my beloved Mac. Since it had just been there a scant six months before (when I mistakenly stepped on the laptop as it sat on the floor next to my bed, cracking the glossy LCD screen), this most recent service was technically under warranty. They didn't need to know that the recent damage was accidental, and not a part failure.
So, $39 and one week later, my beloved black MacBook was back in my hands.
Of course, as a result of these combined mishaps, I've been gone for about a week.
Lessons learned: first, if it's raining like from God's own shower-head, stay home. Jerk Chicken is not worth it.
Second, electronics are fragile. Feet plus floors plus MacBooks equal pain, suffering and somewhat lighter wallets.
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First off- Jerk Chicken is always worth it.
Second- Good to hear you are feeling better. Welcome back. Take care of that foot.
aw lawd tony! all that ovah some jerk chicken? and then ya macbook accident? you are officially accident-prone now! stay at home boy!
Glad you're back...