Wow, creative eh?
Anyway, figured it was time to throw a post up here...my ankle is almost back to health now, which is good. I'm still wearing a small brace, but hopefully by next week I can go back to just shoes.
On the gaming front, I finally broke open Bioshock, which had been sitting there, calling out to me from within it's shrinkwrap cocoon. So far (which is not very far), it's been pretty good. Also got in some GRAW 2 multiplayer with Jander...if only we could have actually finished that level.
Halo 3 is also calling to me, but I have resisted the urge to buy it for now...I have plenty of other things I currently own to keep me busy for the foreseeable future.
On the guitar front, I have been continuing my learning...slowly but surely, I'm getting better. I'm also looking to get a new acoustic. The one I have I got for Xmas a few years back from my folks, and it hasn't been great to play on...action is a bit too high for my liking.
On the sports front:
- Jaguars are 2-1 and on the bye this week...David Garrard hasn't looked horrible so far, and I hope that continues.
- Gators are 4-0 and at home against Auburn this weekend. 8 pm, ESPN...watch it! Tim Tebow = Superman. He's on his way to becoming the first sophomore to get the Heisman Trophy.
- Marlins are almost through for the years...they didn't do too well this season. Hopefully they get better over the offseason, specifically with regards to injuries and pitching.
- Panthers are about to start up their season. They are favored by some to win the division, so that's nice. Olli Jokinen for MVP!
- My fantasy football team is 2-1, facing Jander's team this week...should be an easy win ;)
That's it for the moment, I guess...if I think of anything else to write about, I'll let you know. Until then, screw Flanders.
Friday, September 28, 2007
Thursday, September 6, 2007
Fantasy Football 07
In the middle of my pain trek, my league's draft was this past Monday. As always, it was done through ESPN. For the first time, however, it was free this year. Unfortunately, I think since it was free, they decided to make it not as good as years prior.
The main issue is with the draft itself. Multiple people were complaining about dropped connections, frozen Java app, and whatnot. This was not an issue in the past, so I'm forced to assume that ESPN kinda half-assed it this year with the freebie.
Anyway, in the end, here is my current team:
QB - Drew Brees, Matt Hasselbeck and Chad Pennington
RB - Rudi Johnson, Willis McGahee and Fred Taylor
WR - Lee Evans, Jerricho Cotchery, Muhsin Muhammad and Ernest Wilford
TE - Vernon Davis, Jason Witten
K - Josh Scobee
Def Player - Mike Peterson
Defense - Jacksonville, Oakland
Not too bad...happy with the QB and RB spots. WR I'm not too enthused with, but otherwise I'm good with my squad. Season starts tonight with my starting QB playing against the Colts. I'm hoping for a shoot out...
This boot ain't made for walking...
So, it hasn't exactly been the best few weeks for me...
First, as I mentioned in my last post, I hurt my back. It's been a pain, but I've dealt with it.
Then, late last week (Thursday), my lower right leg and foot begin to hurt. I'm thinking "Great, now what?" Well, Friday morning I awake to a nicely swollen foot with extreme pain in movement, let alone walking on it. So, that was great.
I decide to wrap it up with some Icy Hot, keep it elevated, and see how it was the next morning. Well, the next day being Saturday, the beginning of the college football season, I had planned on heading over to the folks place to catch the Gators playing Western Kentucky. At this point, the foot had eased off enough to where I could seemingly loosen it up by walking around a little, so I'm thinking it's just a sprain or strain or something. Anyway, I make it over to my folks place, and catch the game (49-3, thank you), and head back home.
I take it easy the rest of the day, wrap the foot up again and wait for Sunday. Boy, did Sunday take it's seemingly weekly vengeance on me. The foot was so swollen and red I thought I had broken it. At this point, I decide to give my old immobilization boot and crutches a try (I took them from my dad a couple years ago when I broke both my ankles). My mom brings 'em over, and I start using them.
At this point, I have not signed on with the idea of going to get the foot actually checked out. Call it stupidity, call it anxiety over what the problem was, call it whatever you want...my folks were on me to go, but I just wasn't interested.
Monday comes, with absolutely no improvement. Even moving the foot in the boot while walking on crutches is excruciating. It's at this time that I decide I will need to cancel my trip to Florida...an upsetting decision, to say the least. I was looking so forward to this trip, that I'm just depressed thinking about it.
Anyway, Tuesday comes, no improvement. Wednesday comes, no improvement. Now, I'm inclined to agree with my folks that I need to get this checked out. So, my mom is kind enough to drive me up to the Urgent Care Center near my apartment. I'd been there before when I was super sick a few months back (check the blog).
So I get in the examination room, and the doc proceeds to press down on various parts of my ankle and foot. Some feel fine, some make me wanna punch her in the face. So, the decision is made to head over to Fair Oaks Hospital to check for:
1. A blood clot...this I do not want.
2. An infection...this I would like, because medicine would knock it out.
3. Uric acid level, as I have a history of gout. Never in this area though.
So, we hit Fair Oaks, do the tests (surprisingly fast, I might add) and head back to the Urgent Care. By the time we get back, the doc has my results, and says that there is no clot (hooray), there looks to be some kind of infection (boo) AND a high uric acid level, so it's probably gout too. So great, I hit the daily double it seems.
The doc gives me some meds for pain that I had never taken before...hydrocodone. I remember back in the day my dad taking this for something, and it kinda messed him up. Well, I'm my dad's son, because it messed me up as well...mood swings just by myself, talking to myself, slamming things around. Not the best way to be behaving, really, and completely unlike how I normally act.
I had wanted to head back to work today, as I have a couple things I want to get done. Well, I figure that I should probably use my "get out of jail" card that the doctor gave me, saying not to go back to work until Monday. Hopefully, that gives this...whatever it is time to heal and go the hell away. I'd like to be able to walk again, thank you very much.
First, as I mentioned in my last post, I hurt my back. It's been a pain, but I've dealt with it.
Then, late last week (Thursday), my lower right leg and foot begin to hurt. I'm thinking "Great, now what?" Well, Friday morning I awake to a nicely swollen foot with extreme pain in movement, let alone walking on it. So, that was great.
I decide to wrap it up with some Icy Hot, keep it elevated, and see how it was the next morning. Well, the next day being Saturday, the beginning of the college football season, I had planned on heading over to the folks place to catch the Gators playing Western Kentucky. At this point, the foot had eased off enough to where I could seemingly loosen it up by walking around a little, so I'm thinking it's just a sprain or strain or something. Anyway, I make it over to my folks place, and catch the game (49-3, thank you), and head back home.
I take it easy the rest of the day, wrap the foot up again and wait for Sunday. Boy, did Sunday take it's seemingly weekly vengeance on me. The foot was so swollen and red I thought I had broken it. At this point, I decide to give my old immobilization boot and crutches a try (I took them from my dad a couple years ago when I broke both my ankles). My mom brings 'em over, and I start using them.
At this point, I have not signed on with the idea of going to get the foot actually checked out. Call it stupidity, call it anxiety over what the problem was, call it whatever you want...my folks were on me to go, but I just wasn't interested.
Monday comes, with absolutely no improvement. Even moving the foot in the boot while walking on crutches is excruciating. It's at this time that I decide I will need to cancel my trip to Florida...an upsetting decision, to say the least. I was looking so forward to this trip, that I'm just depressed thinking about it.
Anyway, Tuesday comes, no improvement. Wednesday comes, no improvement. Now, I'm inclined to agree with my folks that I need to get this checked out. So, my mom is kind enough to drive me up to the Urgent Care Center near my apartment. I'd been there before when I was super sick a few months back (check the blog).
So I get in the examination room, and the doc proceeds to press down on various parts of my ankle and foot. Some feel fine, some make me wanna punch her in the face. So, the decision is made to head over to Fair Oaks Hospital to check for:
1. A blood clot...this I do not want.
2. An infection...this I would like, because medicine would knock it out.
3. Uric acid level, as I have a history of gout. Never in this area though.
So, we hit Fair Oaks, do the tests (surprisingly fast, I might add) and head back to the Urgent Care. By the time we get back, the doc has my results, and says that there is no clot (hooray), there looks to be some kind of infection (boo) AND a high uric acid level, so it's probably gout too. So great, I hit the daily double it seems.
The doc gives me some meds for pain that I had never taken before...hydrocodone. I remember back in the day my dad taking this for something, and it kinda messed him up. Well, I'm my dad's son, because it messed me up as well...mood swings just by myself, talking to myself, slamming things around. Not the best way to be behaving, really, and completely unlike how I normally act.
I had wanted to head back to work today, as I have a couple things I want to get done. Well, I figure that I should probably use my "get out of jail" card that the doctor gave me, saying not to go back to work until Monday. Hopefully, that gives this...whatever it is time to heal and go the hell away. I'd like to be able to walk again, thank you very much.
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