If I Played For Brazil...

I would be a tall, lanky striker, known to be deadly with headers at set pieces and surprisingly agile around the penalty box.

My name would be Andrerto.

Vocabularisation

I was very disappointed to find this when performing a dictionary search on the word 'hot'...

tr.v. hot·ted, hot·ting, hots
Informal. To cause to increase in intensity or excitement. Often used with up

It is just wrong. Very wrong. Even if the dictionary appears to allow it.

In particular, pay attention to tv sports broadcasts, or even occasionally the news. Nothing is "heating up" up any more, things are always "hotting up". I can handle the phrase when dealing with pimped-out cars, but I prefer to receive my sports and news without the complete bastardisation of a perfectly reasonably expression.

Merchandising Opportunites

Just one of those things, have to make sure I write it down before it disappears into the ether.

Hip Hop Cereal...

Mixmaster Mike Muesli.
Kool Keith Special K.
Jay-Z Just Right.
N*E*R*D Nutrigrain.
ODB Oatmeal.

Served with Milk by Kelis.

Breakfast would definitely reign supreme as the premier meal of the day.

Something To Read

Need something to read?

Current recommendation... 'jPod' by Douglas Coupland - http://www.jpod.info

It helps that I am a geek and work in an IT-heavy role. But it is still a brilliant novel. He still makes some of the best slightly quirky and wicked observations on life that I've ever read. If you enjoy it, hit his back catalogue... 'Microserfs' (an unrelated "prequel"of sorts), 'Generation X' and 'Hey Nostradamus' are recommended.
Yes, he called a novel 'Generation X'... but to be fair, he was one of the first to use the phrase, back at the start of the 90s, before it was adopted so enthusiastically by marketers, newspaper weekend lift-out magazines and "current affairs" shows - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Generation_X

Trying To Socialise

It just occured to me that perhaps writing these blog entries are my way of socialising given that I can't actually get up and out into the big bad world. Kinda sad really. In a slightly pathetic way more than a sympathetic way.

It's been difficult. (Don't worry, I won't always write about the ankle... it'll heal eventually!). I've missed social events I really wanted to go to, and have had to tone down other outings with friends right back down to take-away meals at home on the couch.

So to everyone... thanks for coming around, cooking, bringing food, bringing company, chatting with me, checking up on me, driving me around, and generally looking after me. And to those folk who invited me out but I couldn't make drinks, birthdays or other gatherings, my apologies. I'll be there next time.

I tell you... once I'm upwardly mobile again (and fully recovered), some dancefloor, somewhere, is going to get seriously burned up.

Learning Some More Things...

Ah, such creativity and eloquence. The English language can be a beautiful thing.

Huh?

So anyway, the story of my ankle continues. After my experience at the trauma outpatient clinic, where my ankle was simply diagnosed as "hurt" and "rolled", I attended my first physiotherapy rehabiliatation session.

The good...
The physio was relatively on time and friendly.
The bad...
After I took off my compression sock and showed the work of art to the physio, she kinda went "oooh" and "aaah" and "that's a nasty one, isn't it". That wasn't looking so promising.

Turns out the physiotherapy department was so sure I hadn't fractured my ankle... after the fracture clinic had decided that my ankle wasn't fractured. Thanks folks. Long story short... you know those TV and movie scenes where hospital patients have every doctor in the hospital come and do an examination because the attending doctor can't quite diagnose the condition of the patient? Hah. Transfer to the physio department and insert me as the patient...

So finally, it was decided that nothing bone-related in my ankle was broken, fractured, shattered or anything else. It was just that everything else was fucked up.

Result? On crutches, with a removable big grey boot and a compression sock for company. Still can't stand on it. Definitely can't walk on it. The recovery slowly continues...

Things I Have Learnt...

I haven't fractured my ankle.
GOOD.

I've torn ligaments in my ankle.
BAD.

Apparently it'll be 6-12 weeks before I can engage in running in competitive sports. Several months of being a couch potato? I can live with that... but I'm not sure my waist will be grateful.

So what's the treatment? Elevating the ankle, wearing a compression sock, and getting into rehabilitation at the physiotherapist. I presume the physio will start by making me stand on the ankle. I won't want to do that, mainly because it hurts. But also because I can't, yet. Did I mention it hurts? Yep. It does. How exactly? After a relaxing session with my ankle on cushions, any movement such as standing or crutch-walking ends up sending spikes of pain through my ankle and lower leg. I thought up a great analogy the other day for this experience... like having barbed wire dragged through the veins in your foot.

BAD.

I'm going to work harder to actually publish to this site. I've created it now, may as well join the show with enthusiasm...

The Knee Bone Is Connected To...

Don't expect me to finish that.

A word of advice for all the kids... if you enjoy your exercise and want to keep fit, don't go and injure yourself. Fractured ankles are a blast.

But at least I have the time (for the moment) to start this endeavour...

Engage.