On Crutches

Well, I'm on crutches. I don't know how I did it, but in a nutshell, I strained a tendon under my kneecap, and it hurts to bend my left leg more than three degrees. Of course, I learned this only AFTER getting back from a shoot, because mission comes first, and I was only "limping a little" before I left.
Well, now I'm not limping, I'm wobbling around on crutches.
I'm okay, and it only hurts if I bend the leg, so so far (an hour later) it's not hurting so bad. My knee is wrapped up in a bandage.

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I got to talk to Vanessa again! :) It's so great to hear her voice! If you read my last post, I'm trying to look at my time here in a more positive light (I just found out that due to my injury, I may move down to radio temporarily). Still, Hearing her voice makes any doldrums melt away. I don't know how she does it. I mean, I got off work one night at midnight-thirty. I had just gotten to sleep about 45 minutes later, when my phone rang. It was a coworker calling to tell me Vanessa had called right after I left, and she'd call back. I sprang up, got dressed, and walked back into work just to talk to her. I didn't think twice, I didn't say, "call me tomorrow," I ust got excited at the chance to talk to her and walked in (on only 45 minutes rest). She does that for me. I've gotten to talk to her twice since then, and each time, she calls at just the right time. Granted, she calls most of the time at 1am, but it's the right time, because I need to take mental breaks from my work, and if I'm working at 1am, I usually NEED to take a break. Other times she's called me when I was feeling depressed and overworked, and she lifted me out of it for the whole 10 minutes we talked. ULI!

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I'm posting at work - so I thought I'd write about what just happened, kind of to show you how things go around here.
I'm on crutches. You read that above. So, I'm sitting here, writing about how much I am trying to make the best of the situation I'm in, when the News Lead walks over to me in a huff, and says, "So what does this mean for your shoots." Get that, he's upset with me because I'm hurt, and might nt be able to do a shoot!!! To play nice, I told him that while I'm on a profile, I can't do shoots, and since I'm unable, my supervisor traded me to radio temporarily. The anger in his face grew, and he said, "Well, you're not going there permanently. It's only three hours a day, what about before and after?" I tried not to let him see the anger in me well up. This is the same guy that used to invite me over to his house to play poker, and he and his wife would invite me uot to dinner. NOW, anything I do, he watches. I just don't know how to deal. 196 more days? I mean, this guy once told me that if a story didn't get done, leave it until the next day. I bet if I tried something like that now, I'd get paperwork for it.