Tuesday, December 23, 2014
There is a me-shaped imprint in my couch these days, and if you look closely, I'm probably burrowed inside.
I sprained my ankle on Dec. 5 (one day before my birthday). I wish I could say that I was dancing on a table or turning cartwheels when it happened, but I was WALKING. Just. walking.
Fast-forward 2 and a half weeks later, and I still can't drive my car (stick-shift), or walk too much without pain. It IS getting better, just slooooooowly, and the best thing I can do for it is to stay off of it. So I spend a lot of time sitting. Mostly on my couch, because it's like a big brown marshmallow.
If this had to happen, this is the best time of year for it to happen, because everything slows down around the holidays. I have been able to record an on-camera audition and a few voiceover auditions home, as well as go to a voiceover audition. Other than that, I've only been to the doctor.
I don't know why I'n not enjoying this more. Friends have brought me food and coffee, and helped me around the house, I'm all caught up on my TV-watching, I've been drawing and trying my hand at watercolor painting, reading, playing "Words With Friends" with my mom & sister, trying out new makeup techniques and hairstyles... I have NOT done any of the stuff on my "to do " list that I don't want to do, so this should be fun, right?
Then why am I so friggin' grumpy??