July 15th, 2002


Weekend report

I had tryouts for my skating team this weekend. Every year, you have to tryout again, because each year the coach builds a new team from the interested skaters. This allows her to build the best possible team, but it's frustrating to have to wonder each year if you'll make the team again. I skated pretty well, so I'm not too worried...but there were a bunch of talented skaters there this year. We'll see! I find out thursday (probably, depending on mail speed) who made the team.

Right when tryouts ended, everybody on the ice kind of scattered - some people went to grab sweaters and water-bottles from the boards, some people stood and talked, and some people started skating around a bit. I wanted to do a little free-skating before I got off the ice, so I started skating backwards, getting up speed, probably to go do a hydroblade. Unfortunately I somehow managed to hit blades with another girl - I'm not even quite sure how! I just heard a loud "chink!" and no longer had my feet underneath me properly. I landed on my hip, and somehow caught my toepick in the ice, twisting my knee in a direction it prefers not to go. Ouch!!

You know how, when you turn your ankle or you knee or something, there can be that initial period of painful, tingly, shakey-weakness? Where you know it's not able to support your weight yet, but you know that will pass and you'll be okay? Well that's what my knee was doing. So I just sat there on the ice for a second, letting it rest.

Somebody came up and asked, "Are you okay?"
I told her "Yes, I just need to sit still for a moment or two, then I'll be fine. Pretend like we're having a conversation, so nobody will bug me, okay?"

It didn't really work, because two other girls came skating up. "You're hurt, aren't you?" As I sat there, arms resting on my knees, trying to look nonchelant.
"No, I'm all right, just twisted my knee a bit. I just need to sit for a moment, that's all."

"Do you need help getting up?" The shakiness was subsiding, and really I just didn't want anybody to know I was a little hurt, so I refused, and carefully got up on my own.
"Just twisted the knee a bit; I'm fine!" I responded to my coach's inquiries from across the rink. I carefully skated over to the door and got off the ice. The knee felt tight, but was supporting my weight again, so that was a good sign. After taking my skates off, I found that so long as I walked a bit more carefully and slowly it was okay and didn't really hurt.

After the traditional after-tryout-bar-gathering, I went home. C was there, and immediately asked me, "Did you hurt yourself?" I don't know why, because I'd thought I was doing a pretty good job of walking carefully without limping. But I admitted to having twisted it, and fetched myself a cold-pack from the freezer for my favorite all-purpose injury treatment. (Although ice cream is a close second.)

The darn knee definitely stiffened up overnight, and is stiff and tender today. I brought my cold-pack to work, and I've been taking it easy. There's no swelling, so I know I suffered no serious damage. Just need to be gentle with it, so it can heal itself up quickly. Annoying, though! At least it happened after the tryout was over.

Cookie warnings

I got a little bag of cookies today with lunch (ack! what happened to my diet?!). I was for some reason glancing over the ingredients, and noticed the following warning:


What the heck is a tree nut? Is it anything like a tree squirrel? And why do I picture it like a peanut-guy, perched in the crook of a tree, wearing a propeller beanie?