I’ll try to post something fitnessish in a minute, but right now I’m just too keyed up! Do you know who’s coming to Memphis next week? Do you? Guess!
If you’ve not read Laurie Notaro before and you like talented, funky, funny writers, you can read an excerpt of We Thought You Would Be Prettier: True Tales of the Dorkiest Girl Alive here.
Okay, deep breath. It’s almost a week away.
In other news, I might have a sports injury. For the past week, I’ve been having some numbness on the top of my foot and along the lower outside of my shin, and I mentioned it to my podiatrist today, and he said (after glancing at my knee) that it was peroneal nerve dysfuntion. And that was all he said about it before he assured me the numbness wasn’t related to the toe surgery he performed last year. He said I might have a cyst in my toe that might or might not have to be removed in a couple of weeks. Apparently it would be a teensy, tiny incision, so I’m not particularly worried. Not much.
When I got back to work, I had to look up peroneal nerve dysfuntion and this might just be the problem. Either my fibula’s broken (which I probably would have noticed) or I’ve suffered another trauma to the leg (7 million body weight squats is trauma!) or I sit with my legs crossed too much.
Hmmm, one of those is a distinct possibility.
I have an appointment with my GP on Monday to see if I can come off my blood pressure medication, and I’ll mention it to him. I’m guessing I’ll be shuttled off to another doctor. Until then, I’m sitting here with a ruler on my lap to remind me not to cross my legs. I’m determined that if there’s an injury, it will be a sports injury. Badge of honor, and all that…
But right now I don’t care about any of that. Laurie Notaro is coming to town!
I should go figure out what I’m going to wear!
Happy Weekend Eve!