Tag: Injury
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so much derby, not enough skating.
Okay, so maybe I’ll just be writing every weekday. It was just about impossible to get to this thing over the weekend. Sorry about that. Even Dewey got a little quiet after that late-night dance party fun. We’re almost at 100 donations, so please continue to spread the word. I think this book drive will…
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confession.
dear internet. i haven’t gone to physical therapy in two weeks. and i keep going to the gym. dear internet, i am so bored with physical therapy, as it doesn’t seem to get any harder, and I don’t understand how that ultrasound thing is supposed to do anything. dear internet, i think today i officially…
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anxiety
Mom just brought me a chewable calcium supplement. Two, actually. “One for later,” she said, because Jason told her that Dr. Oz said somewhere that we can only absorb so much calcium at one time, so we need to take it in two doses. I am terrible at remembering to take vitamins, but I’m even…
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I Didn’t Fall! (But I Almost Fell. Right When I Got to the Podium. (Forward!))
The book signing went well! By the end of the hour it looked like a Derby Gang had shown up to be my bodyguards, and perhaps their intimidating size could be the reason the place sold out my books before everybody got a chance to get a copy. Note to writers: get a gang. When…
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Possibly the Only Perk About Not Being Allowed to Play Roller Derby.
[scripty] PAMIE A quick impression of the lady who just gave me a pedicure. She was like, “OH.” Held up my foot. “Oh.” JASON That poor woman. PAMIE I know. She put on latex gloves. Nobody else was wearing gloves. It was embarrassing. She thought I had some kind of foot condition. JASON Did you…
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a very quick play about my knee.
[scripty] INTERIOR DOCTOR’S OFFICE — BEVERLY HILLS — AFTERNOON DOCTOR Okay, so how’s your knee? PAMIE Well, it feels really wonky. And after some consultations with Dr. Google, I think it might be my PCL. DOCTOR (instantly skeptical) Uh-huh. PAMIE Look, I know. I know. But my knee was injured here, like this, with the…
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Go, Meteorfights!
“Yikes, Holla. That’s a bruise.” “Yeah, I know.” “Have you taken a picture of it yet?” “No.” “You need to. And put it on the Internet and tell people to come to the bout.” “Okay.” Right now I’m staring at my uniform which is hanging from the doorway to my kitchen. My gear is by…
