When we moved this summer, we spent the day at Ikea. We measured the rooms before we left since last time we shopped for an apartment, we bought two desks we didn’t have space for. We used pages torn from a Moleskine Cahier, squared. We stayed long enough for two meals (lunch and dinner) and were still loading my dad’s pick-up truck when the store closed. It was very nice to get it all finished though.
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My new apartment has a lot of big windows. Nine. Most I’ve ever had in an apartment. Even with the ACs in, there are lots of windows left for catching a breeze. One in the kitchen and two in the living room face my street, with a nice view of cyclists and traffic. The other two in the living room, the one in the spare bedroom, the one in the bathroom and the two in the bedroom all face the pretty roof of the building next-door and lots of enormous trees. When you look over the roof, you can see the lights of the big apartment buildings further down University Parkway, near JHU. It’s like a quiet little spot in the city.
Yes, they all stick like crazy because the building is old and because they are wooden. But I’m at peace with it. It’s worth it. The rents here are pretty reasonable, and it’s close to everything without needing a car. Indeed, to talk to my neighbors, parking here is, to be sure, a real bitch. I don’t care at all.
First take-out tonight at new apartment. First shower. Soon, first sleep. We moved nextdoor. But, you know. Moving is tiring, and my limbs are still not fully functional. We’ve only hung curtains in the potty so far. Only put together one thing from Ikea. Got a new couch that is the color of poo. Poo. It’s very heavy, too, and our elevator was out all weekend.
You can move the apartment number literally up one integer in your address book if you have it.
So. Saw Mr. Foot doctor today. Rather, first another doctor (not PA or RN, a Doctor) came in and mistook me for someone else who had just had leg surgery. Then he told me about my toe after he looked at my “film”. Fragmented bone. Too small to screw in like they would normally do. Should heal Okay. But if not, they’d cut out the bone fragment. That if that didn’t work, they’d “fuse” my joint. Forever. Best they could do. What?
Then I went to X-ray and had time to think about what he said. I have to admit that I was freaking out a little over the prospect of a permanent procedure on my foot, when I get around the world almost entirely with my feet — and double angry that it’s all because of one single person.
Then my real foot doctor came in, looked at the new X-rays. Turns out that I don’t have one broken bone, but two. And there are, apparently, several fragments of bone from them. He examined my foot, too, and he said I could get off the crutches now. Don’t really have to go back unless I have problems. That it’s too small to do anything, and we just have to let it heal the best it can. Okay.
That would feel like good news, I guess, after the scary shit the other guy was talking about. I was told I should expect my foot to be swollen for a year. Could be worse, right? But still. I’m probably going to get arthritis in this toe. And I already have a trick toe. My baby toe on my other foot has a split bone in it (funny story), and it hurts fairly often. On a rainy night like tonight or in the cold, I can literally feel that shit in my bones. The best I can hope for with my big toe now is chronic pain and/or surgery because some lady couldn’t watch where she was driving her fucking car? And she paid so little attention that she was on my foot for a while?
On top of it, her insurance company won’t return our calls. So we’re hiring a lawyer, something I really hoped to avoid. This is turning into a very unpleasant situation.
But tonight we got to see our new apartment, and it’s lovely. And baby-trying time is coming fast. My heart is light after spending my entire day being furious, frustrated and forlorn over my inability to deal with things I can’t control (like that, despite the shitty way it happened, my toe’s already smashed). It has a cute little bathroom that you enter from either bedroom, and a little kitchen window like downstairs used to have.
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