I saw the podiatrist today, who just may have been the friendliest doctor I've ever had. It's a good thing, too, because his address was 1503 Falls Rd, which is in the middle of Greenspring Station. If you've never been there, and I hadn't, it's an extremely confusing mix of restaurants, mall-like shopps, a post office, some ponds, and some Hopkins buildings. I parked my car near a building that was labeled 1501 Falls Rd, figuring that 1503 was the next building over.
I ended up having to walk around for almost a half-hour, searching for 1503, because the next building over was 2630. I got myself so worked up and upset about it as I was limping around, because my foot hurt worse and worse, and there was no one to ask for help, and these Greenspring Station designers had violated simple rules of addresses. I finally found it, though, and the doctor was extremely friendly.
It's not much of a stress fracture, if at all, and the doctor couldn't seem to account for all my pain, nor the black and blueness of my toes. He checked out my shoes, which were okay, and then gave me a cortisone shot, wrapped my foot, gave me some padding, and sent me on my way. I know that doesn't sound like impressive doctoring, but he was so nice and jovial while doing it that it felt like a satisfying experience. He ordered me to stop exercising for a couple of weeks, and I neglected to tell him that I had to be waiting tables for about 20 hours this upcoming weekend.
And waiting tables wasn't so bad, at least pain-wise, since no one is coming to our restaurant these days. I had 2.5 tables. The first nice couple gave me a $15 tip on a $67 bill, and the next nice couple gave me a $14 tip on a $42 bill. The third table only got appetizers, and tipped me just $4.75 on $28.25. So I walked with $28, but the noticeable limp I have probably helped with tippers. My boss was good about taking a rest when my foot hurt more than usual, and the pain medicine the doctor gave me is pretty darn good.
I work 8:30-5:30 tomorrow, and 5:00-11:00 on Sunday. I need money perhaps worse than I've ever needed money (today, I had to pull the trick of getting cash off my credit card, then depositing it into my checking account, so I could write a check), so the working isn't something I could ditch even if I wanted to. Plus, my sister is visiting next weekend, and I'm heading home to Michigan for the next one, so this is my last weekend I can work until August.
This is why I hate not having a 12-month contract. I did my savings this year just like last summer, when I was fine. But this summer, I've had some financial emergencies that I couldn't have planned for, and I've spent my savings, and now I've got to wait until September 14 for my first paycheck. Oh well. This won't be a problem once I have my Master's Degree.
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