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Hitchhikers Guide to…

So, the freaking LTD bus drivers union decided to go on strike this week. Now I think they should get paid well and/or get benefits, but when you provide a service that so many people depend on, such as public transportation, striking isn’t cool.

Anyhow, after class, I had a doctor’s appointment at 10am to check out my wrist again, and it’s still improving. w00t! I’m now almost positive it’s not broken. It was rather quick, but then I needed to get to the University from the C.College. So this morning I crafted myself a purdy sign, and I got a ride right quick. First car that drove by looked at my sign and that’s not where they were going, second car stopped and gave me a ride. w00t! People are nice. Hopefully my luck holds out on Weds when I need to get here again, and Monday if the strike lasts that long. I still got to work with time to spare. Monday is when [all of] my finals are, and the following week is spring break. If the strike isn’t over by the end of that, things will be hairy.

90% Positive

Just a quickie update on yesterday’s post (typing is still painfull). I went to the student health center at the CC (after getting turned away at the U… something about not being enrolled there….). The doc said he was 90% sure I’m not broken, but to keep icing it and not abusing it, and to come back Monday.

Here’s still hoping I’m not broken.

Ouch.

Well I’ll try taking a crack at this blogging events when they happen thing. Even though I’ve already mentioned this to several people.

Today I was up skiing at Hoodoo (with my skiing class). Towards the end of the day, I was skiing along, just got out of some bumps, picking up speed… I look down and noticed my left ski had fallen off. So the only way I could think of to stop was crash, and crash I did. As I was getting up, I realize my wrist hurts a little. Anyways, if anything was wrong with it, I didn’t want to know, so I skied a few more runs. We went in, and I got all my gear off, then went to the Ski Patrol building to have it looked at. The Ski Patroller didn’t think it was broken, likely sprained. Wrapped it up, gave me a baggie of snow to keep it cold, and said if it didn’t feel better by morning to go see a doctor.

Typing is less than fun, but I think I’m managing ok. Tomorrow morning will be more telling though.

[editor’s note: I couldn’t find an appropriate graphic for this post, hopefully I’ll find something for that soon]