Then I went to pick Max up at the vet. He's all wrapped up in bandages and stuff so his boo-boos won't get dirty or scratched or whatever, and he's still wearing the e-collar to keep him from licking himself. The bandage is ripped over the elbow of his leg (cats do too have elbows; shut up), but I think he did that himself with his hind leg. I have to take him back to the vet Monday so they can remove the bandages and check the wounds. I know he'll be glad to get it off, and I hope he'll be able to have the e-collar off soon, too, poor baby. He must be dying to give himself a bath.
Coronation was Saturday, and I boggle at trying to condense it into a concise post. Suffice to say that Bergental puts on a spiffy party, the ceremony was lovely and truly emotional, and I love my friends. The next six months are going to be a blast. Busy, too -- the Kingdom Chatelaine asked me to be her web deputy, and Brigantia asked me if I wanted to learn to do courts. I don't think I'll ever be as good as Adhemar or Ernst, but I can be competent. I was exhausted on the way home, and fell into bed. Between the event and the time change I was so tired I couldn't drive into Boston to get darkwolfie this morning (sorry, baby!).
I skated again today, in Senior Club. Most of the skaters were adults, and while I was better at just regular skating, more advanced stuff like crosses front and back were a little scary, both in the doing and in the way they looked. It's very frustrating -- I used to be able to do this like breathing! I did quit a little early; my legs were wobbly and the blister I got on Friday on the arch of my right foot was hurting. No wonder -- the bandage had peeled off and the blister ripped open. (It sounds worse than it is; I'm used to this. It's all part of the Total Skating Experience!TM) The tops of my ankles were sore, too, and when I took a look at my right ankle this evening, there's a narrow strip rubbed away on the outside of my ankle. Again, it sounds worse than it is. It's not that I don't care, but I can't do anything about it, except bandage it when I skate again. That's why they make those big mucking bandaids.
Even with the pain, with the little wounds, with the shaky legs and frustratingly atrophied skills, I'm having a blast. I can't wait till this is completely natural again.