I'm having my ultrasound today...and for some reason...having an "ultrasound" doesn't sound very manly...when I tell people I'm having one...I almost expect comments such as "tell me if it's a boy or a girl"...or "I never knew you were pregnant"...or some other witticism along those lines...It makes me wonder how much brainwashing society has done to us...even simple words like these can have have a sexist connotation or two...though I know people are more aware these days of sexism on the conscious level...and I'm sure it is on the decline compared to say the 1960s/1970s when women were primarily homemakers...I think sexism itself is still rampant at the subconscious level...I mean think of the subconscious assumptions you make when you hear people talk about "nurses" or "construction workers" or "ultrasound"...but anyhow...I'm not sure what my main point was to begin with...and I'm not sure if this was what I initially wanted to talk about or just one big digression...but I think it's kinda frightening to see how deep rooted some of society's problems are...

Back to my ultrasound...finally getting my ankle checked out...it's been well over a year since I sprained my ankle initially...and many times since...but I've finally made a commitment to get help (I think I have issues with people helping me...but I'll save that for another time)...and I'm both excited about the possibilities and afraid of the outcome...

I hoping the doctor will give me some instructions on how to get back to 100%...and a reasonable timeline in which I can accomplish this...but I'm also aware that these types of problems can be somewhat complex for a non-specialized doctor to diagnose...and maybe my doctor will play the old "you need rest and rehab" card (to which I might want to play the "do you wanna see how far up your ass my ankle will go?" card)...to me this sounds like the same cure they give to every person who sprains their ankle...and somehow I feel as though my problem is worse than the ordinary ankle injuries...or that my specific case is somehow unique compared to everyone else's...maybe I'm a hypochondriac...maybe I have some sort of need to feel "special"...either way...I don't feel like my ankle is 100%...very far from it...I'd say it's less than 60%...and I'm very pessimistic about the possibilities it will ever be 100% again...

So I've made a list of positive things about having one healthy ankle...it's not as extensive as it could be...but hey...it's 6am and I'm suppose to be working on my assignment...so you'll have to deal with this lacklustre attempt at sharing my not-so-thorough thoughts on this matter (not to mention procrastination)...

1) I could apply for handicap status and park closer than I ever have in my life (though I know I will still manage to spend 30 minutes locating my car when I'm set to leave).
2) Chics sympathize with an injured man...and I don't need that ankle in bed (or do I?...I'll get back to you on this).
3) I will have a legitimate excuse for not being able to swim..."my poor ankle...ohhh the humanity!!...you know I would have out-swam you Garry!!"
4) Can you say "foot massage"??.
5) Maybe Jessica Alba would fall for a cripple like me like she did for that other cripple...
6) It would be sweet if my parents installed an elevator in our house so I could get up and down the stairs..."ding...main floor...ding...2nd floor"...oooooo...so excited!!

Feel free to add to my list...