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Right now i want... to not have to be on so much motrin

so i might be hosting vicky's intern on saturday; looks like he's driving a bit fast and will get here a day before he's allowed to move into his intern housing, so she's asked me if he can stay at my place, since i'm the only one she knows who doesn't live in the city.

this actually works well, b/c i was going to ask her if one of my friends who is coming out to san fransisco to be an intern with the san fransisco opera could stay with her :)

so i get what i want, she gets what she wants, and i get to spend a bit more time with my very busy friend.

lovely.

oh, i have a new assortment of bruises from last nights game (which, for the record, we lost), which are blooming this morning. part of me just wants to be left alone today, and part of me just wants someone else to step up and take care of me. but here i am, at work, because, well, i'd just be too bored if i had stayed home. besides, there's no point.

sort of like how last night in the game, after i really crunched my ankle (yes, that was the sound it made), i didn't stop playing. well, i did, briefly, and iced it before i went up to bat, but it was a moot point. the game was almost over. the conclusion was forgone, we were mercied huge. there was no need to punish the team more by bowing out and making us take the extra out. besides, i was doing pretty well in left field. couldn't swing the bat to save my life, but, hey. you can't have everything.

i'm actually very annoyed with the condition of the outfield. it is pitted and full of pot holes and sprinkler heads and too long grass that cover up a multitude of ways to get hurt. the direction a ball will bounce, for instance, isn't as predictable as it should be, and can result in great injury (the 25 stitches required kind). also, when running to catch a ball, and not paying complete attention to where you're stepping, you can roll an ankle very badly.

the most annoying part, though, beyond the hurting, is that the only thing the people running the field and my coach cared about was my filling out some damn form saying, yep, i've been hurt. they made me take the form before they would give me an ice pack. and they wouldn't let me just leave to go home (or go to friday's with helena as the case was) without filling it out, and having it witnessed by two people. my coach didn't even notice until the game was over than i had been injured.

now, i just assume getting hurt is part of playing, and i rather play risking getting hurt than not. but there has to be a point where we draw the line and take care of the person before worrying about insurance.

it just doesn't make sense, or, at least, good sense.