singlegirl's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Heat Stroke I really wish that today were Sunday. I need another day to recuperate from this long and tiring weekend. Friday night Jeremy, and my friend Abby, and I went to the bars (the first time I went to Broad Ripple in 6 weeks). There were so many young college students there that made me feel, and look, very old. It was quite depressing and I had to fight back tears a few times. It�s sad to let go of your past. I�m not totally letting it go though � I�ll be back in the fall once the college students leave, but it�s not the same. Saturday, Jeremy and I worked out, which was a lot of fun. We did cardio on the EFX machine for 30 minutes and lifted weights. After that, we went to the pool, the grocery store and rented movies for the evening. We watched 13 Going on 30, which also made me long for my past, and we haven�t yet watched Secret Window. Sunday we woke up at 6:15 to get ready for the Indianapolis Brickyard 400, which didn�t start until 1:30. We drove to Abby�s house, picked up Abby and her sister, and then went to her office. We got on the bus (the nice bus I described previously) and had a private police escort to the track, which was so fun. We drank from 9:00 am (how disgusting is that?) until about 2:30 - although it was so hot, I didn�t drink much. We watched about 60 of the 160 laps, and then left the stands to get food and to get out of the sun. After we ate, we decided to go back to the bus (it has air conditioning and a satellite TV so we could watch the race). The walk to the bus was long and tiring, and I was exhausted and didn�t feel well (I think it was a mix of working out the day before, laying out in the sun the day before, not getting much sleep, sitting out 5 hours in the metal bleachers and drinking alcohol but no water). Anyway, we got back to the bus and I got on to grab some water. The bus was so hot (it�s all black leather), that it literally took my breath away. I turned around to get off the bus, and the next thing I remember is laying on the gravel parking lot. I think I passed out from the heat � it definitely was not from alcohol � I was not drunk. I hurt my ankle � it�s bruised and swollen, my knee � also bruised and swollen, and have cuts, scrapes and bruises all over the rest of my body. I can�t walk on my ankle (or drive since it�s my right one) and am hobbling around on my air cast (luckily I�ve done this before). I�m not 100% sure if it�s sprained or broken (it�s so hard to tell), but this time my ankle hurts worse but isn�t as swollen or bruised as it has been in the past. I don�t have insurance, so I�ll never know. And yes, if it gets worse, my parents will pay for it, but I don�t want them to. I spent the rest of the race on the bus with my leg up, and we didn�t get home until after 8 � ugh, a 13-hour day. For the most part it was fun, but the ending kind of sucked. When we got home, we ate dinner and tried to watch Secret Window. I was grumpy and uncomfortable, so we just went to bed. Unfortunately, because of my knee and ankle, I was almost constantly in pain, so I tossed and turned most of the night. Now I�m here at work for a 9-hour day, and have 12 hour one to look forward to tomorrow. Why is it only Monday? And how much does it suck that I can�t work out for a while now? I was doing so well too. C�est la vie. 2:43 p.m. - August 09, 2004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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