movin'

Well, at the beginning of the month I moved in with Michael on Westcott Street...
I'm realizing now, after weeks of exhausting social interaction and comings and goings of many loud people... Michael and I are really hermits and should just stay that way because we're happy like that!
Our roommate Joe Mama, while a nice guy, is super social all the time and his friends tend to be bone heads who can only talk about like, beating the shit out of people, the hardcore scene circa 1999 or girls, in the most horrendous terms.
I like most of them on a one on one basis, but you get them all together and I'll give it about 15 mins before that time that kids put the dog (named PANZER)'s balls in his mouth. Hardly enlightening stuff.
Everyone once in a while something hilarious or worth while will come up but they're so used to just trying to out piss each other that it's very tiring.
I'm exhausted.
There is also a large male ego living upstairs, with a need to be right. I think, more accurately he thinks everyone else is wrong.
Blah. I'm just tired from it and ranting a bit.
I've been around ALL the time because I've been out on disability from work because I injured my hand.
This is the stupidest story ever, so of course I will flesh it out for you here on the blog.
The girls of our apartment (me, Brittany on the second floor and Brooke on the third) with the help of Brooke's husband Josh are going into Garden Mode and putting together plant boxes to grow some veggies for the summer. Brittany takes her cats out on leashes and they hang out while we're all hanging out so I decided to take Sir Edward Teller, our youngest kitten and my Chosen One outside on our harness and leash set up. He's kind of high strung but fairly well dis positioned. He was tied to this metal wash tub that we were putting trash in and he went to chase after something and the tub shifted. He freaked out when he heard the noise and started running around in circles, all the while pulling the tub a little bit every time and scaring himself further. He was doing these crazy flips in the air so I got a hold of him and was carrying him into the house when he turned around and bit my hand.
It was one of the most incredibly painful things that has ever happened to me, and I just was sort of staring at it for a few seconds. I managed to call my boyfriend, and the two of us just stared at it. I washed it off, and it immediately started swelling up. It wasn't really bleeding and Broke (training to be a nurse) wrapped it up for me and we went about the rest of the day normally. I was exhausted so I went to bed early and realized that the pain from my hand was almost paralyzing and that it had swollen up to more than double its normal size. The next morning I woke up to go to class and realized it was hospital time.
A few hours later, I had been lectured on how dirty cats were, pumped full of antibiotics through an IV and received a tetanus shot. (still not fun, 20 years later). I was not happy but I thought that was the end of the story.
The next day, the swelling and redness had expanded past the line the PA had drawn on my hand at prompt care with the strict instructions to return if there was ANY sign of the redness or swelling going past it.
More IV antibiotics, and an ex ray, and an appointment with an orthopedic surgeon because they thought for sure that the infection had gotten into the bone.
Mean whilst my hand is literally some of the worst pain I have ever experienced and I am taking antibiotics and 800mg Ibuprofen and Tylenol 3 (which is giving me roaring migraines) and sleeping all day. Edward is loving all this mom time.
The ortho said that I had most likely partially severed a tendon and put me in one of those half cast deals with strict instructions to do nothing NOTHING with my hand or my tendon would completely snap.
Here I will remind you that this is from a CAT BITE.
Amazing, but true.
So I did the cast thing for a few days, and believe it or not I got really sick of not being able to do anything for myself. I couldn't even eat Ramen noodles.
I took the cast off but currently am still on disability. Which is cool and lame at the same time. It's giving me time to get my school work done, yes. But it has also been the 70s and 80s all week, which has pretty much kept me really busy doing NOTHING and BBQing.
I'm supposed to go back to work part time for a few weeks, but I'm looking for another job right now that will pay a little bit more so I can work less next year.
I'm HOPING that I will be able to find some kind of co-op type job that will involve farming and urban farming, because I'm way into that idea right now and would love to spend my summer out in the sun doing some physical labor and learning something valuable rather than spending my time inside a cubicle (that is not even MINE) and worrying about stupid work drama.
(side note: I went in to work today to get my disability status adjusted and apparently the rumor was that I was out due to a spider bite... awesome... remind me to use my spidey sense next time I'm there....)
Wow. I can tell I'm procrastinating because I'm SURE this post is longer than both the story I'm supposed to be reading and the paper I'm supposed to be writing.
Peace out.