My Left Foot

Welcome to my first post of my second attempt at blogging (the first consisted of one posting about the creepiness of blogs). This time, I'm back with higher hopes, more tolerance for creepiness... and a real objective. I'm creating this blog to chronicle my transition from working girl to student, from reality television to public health and from Los Angeles to Baltimore. Won't you join me as I explore this wonderful world of blogging, moving, and changing career directions? 'Cause god knows I'm kind of freaked about the whole thing.

In the coming postings, I'll (most likely-- I've got no strict plans for this) get into my reasons for leaving tv, my reasons for pursuing public health, why it's kind of random and kind of not random... and why you should (or shouldn't) care about my life (I still think blogs are kinda creepy). But for now, the facts are... I'm leaving LA at the end of July and moving to Baltimore to get my Masters of Health Science at The Bloomberg School of Public Health at Johns Hopkins.

I decided to start this blog today because yesterday I went from healthy to not-so-healthy... and since I'm about to venture into public health, I figured why not make it public. Yesterday while playing softball for a friend's company team (The Game Show Network. I don't watch it, I should have known), as a favor because they needed more women so as not to have to forfeit, I broke my foot while playing second base. As I tagged the base, and got the guy out, thank you very much, I twisted my ankle on the bag and voila-- it broke. Drink your milk, kids. As someone whose been playing sports all her life, this is my first sports injury. I guess it was bound to happen. It just didn't need to happen four days before I'm about to go to Jamaica for a friend's wedding. But that's another story. I actually had a great game and I'm bummed I won't be playing with GSN anymore.

Check it out. My left foot. Care of Kaiser Permanente.

Anyway, I thought about looking at my broken foot from a public health perspective. But I'm not quite sure how to do that (good thing I'm going to school). I suppose I could look at my socioeconomic group and see if that would determine my chances of this kind of injury and how we can use that info to prevent these things, but that seems kind of pointless. One girl broke her foot. I don't see a need to analyze it. The one lesson I can offer my dear public is-- wear the right gear for the sport you're playing. I.e. don't be an idiot and do what I did and wear non-supportive soccer cleats to play softball. If that bit of information can save just one more upper-middle class white girl from breaking her foot in a Saturday afternoon softball game, then god dammit I've already changed the world. Nobel Prize, here I come.