Slower Than Molasses In January

So, hi. Spent yesterday trying to stay off of my hip, which is not as easy as it sounds.

First off, I had to eat-mostly because I had to take a painkiller to have any hope of moving slightly faster. I wound up walking to the cafeteria at a pace a tortoise would have gotten a laugh at. I mean it. I was moving very, very slowly.

Second off, my biology class has several different divisions to it, one being a lab. Some people have labs early in the morning, some of us are later.

So what am I supposed to do when it appears that part of my bio class is outside plucking leaves off the trees?

I just limped along behind the class and when given the opportunity to do so, I sat down. I told the teacher I wasn't moving fast and got the impression that if I didn't go outside with them, I would essentially not be in class. It was either move it or fail this lab, and why should I when the thing's so easy to do?

It's hard to rest when others aren't sympathetic to your plight, or when they won't let you.

I swear today's going to be far, far easier. Two classes, same building, less than an hour apart. I just park. Tah-dah. Done at 11:30.

I might go up to McPhee today and swim in the pool (honestly, what else am I supposed to do with my day?) I also have been told by both doctors now (9 AND 10?) that I'm supposed to be swimming like a fishie, so I should, if only to alleviate my crawling sense of guilt that I haven't done it yet.

So that's it. No Tennant reports as of yet, and I wish they'd get a move on. Some of us have been waiting three months to find out if we're looking at another year (two or three is almost too much to hope for) of Ten or if we're getting an Eleven.

Oh, this is for your amusement. I wish I'd kept my copy from Harlaxton, but eh, they had it online so yay!