Reveries of Flight

Well, prolo number 10 (I think) is now behind me. It went well; we did my SI joints, my left wrist, and my pubic bone. It was an interesting day because I had three classes and a midterm in the last one. I was walking back to my room when mom pulled up and we threw everything together quickly and then threw all that in the car and we headed to Dr. B’s. My class ended at 2pm and my appointment was at 3pm, so we had to hurry. We made it only a minute late though, but Dr. B was running behind so we had to wait anyway. Well, maybe not running behind, that’s just how he works. If someone is there, he’s going to take his time talking to them, and that’s part of what makes him such a great doctor I think.

I told him about how much my wrist has been bothering me. I went to the school nurse about three weeks ago and she said it was an injury from overuse from playing guitar and she said to wear a brace all the time till I could go see my doctor. I did, but it still didn’t get better, and playing was really taking a hit from it. I told Dr. B all that and said that I have three guitar classes and he nearly flipped out. He said I should have called him, and that he would have had heart problems and not been able to breathe if I would have told him that I was taking that many at once. He also said to just try to make it through this semester and to “expect the worst, and be thankful if it doesn’t happen”. I believe he finished with something along the lines of under no circumstances am I to attempt this again. He said that maybe two years from now I might could, but right now my wrist is just not strong enough.

So it’s not the best news on that front, but mom and I wrote a letter this weekend to my teachers to fill them in. Hopefully we can work something out. I hate not being able to practice like I need to. I feel so badly when I’ve had a week to learn something and I still can’t play it when lessons roll around for the next week. It really sucks. But maybe if we can let them know how bad it is they will understand and I won’t fill so badly about it. Don’t know, we’ll see how it goes.

I’ve just been trying not to move too much. It really isn’t that bad if I hold still. Sleeping is a little difficult though. I have to lay on my side, sleep a little, wake up, carefully turn on my back, sleep a little, wake up, carefully turn on my other side, sleep a little, wake up, turn again, etc. It’s always like that, but it just seems more annoying this time. *end of rant*

I’m really glad that Montreat has finally put in the new sidewalk! The construction has been going on for a while and they took up all the pavement between my dorm and classes so I’ve been having to carry my books instead of roll them in my backpack with wheels. That’s been causing more back pain and shoulder pain, so I am really happy that starting Monday I won’t have to carry them anymore! That’s going to help a ton.

Other than those things, I am loving college though. It’s great, the people are awesome, the classes are great (except math), and I’m having fun. It’s really cool to think about, I was telling Dr. B how, until prolo, I didn’t know how all this was going to work. I didn’t know how much I’d be able to do, or if I even could really. I tried not to think about it too much, but the worry was there. But now it’s all going so well that I’m constantly amazed. It hits me sometimes when I’m just walking around campus or sitting in class. I’m really thankful.

This is my wrist about 30 minutes after we were done. Yeah...