Dohhhhhhhhmmmmmm....

I have trouble sleeping.  Not hugely surprising given my somewhat frenetic lifestyle, my ADD, and my general anxiety over, uh, everything.  When I was but a wee lass I used to lie awake, terrified that there was going to be a Third World War.  What ten year old kid is lying in bed and obsessing about what they would do if soldiers stormed their house?
Hi.  I'm Duder.
My apartment - the one Michael and I are moving into shortly - is nosier than his apartment.  I didn't sleep too great when we stayed there recently (partly because I was anxious about whether or not Michael was hearing the noises that I was hearing at night, given that I felt responsible for them because, you know, I can control all the noises outside my apartment door).
Fuck I'm neurotic.
Anyways, to try and mitigate this, I have bought a Dohm white noise machine.  Heretofore, for white noise we have been using a fan.  I went to the post office and picked up my bad boy Dohm today and plugged it in.  Interestingly enough: it sounds like a fan.  A loud fan.
My life is hilarious.
This morning I got up and had an appointment at Kintec to get assessed for orthotics.  I must say that, having seen innumerable physiotherapists, doctors, specialists, massage therapists and having an MRI since this whole issue cropped up in FEBRUARY, I have been a bit disheartened.  A top specialist at UBC said swimming was safe.  Swimming was not safe.  The only thing that was safe for me was total fcking inactivity, which I have maintained for about two weeks now.
I showed up at Kintec with little enthusiasm, sort of at the end of my tether, and yet highly expectant given that I am slated to run Boston in April.  Blah blah blah, the guy poked and pulled and prodded and lectured and then videotaped me walking and running on the treadmill.
Holy shit, batman.
I have an inflexible underpronated midfoot with left foot medial subtalar shift.  I don't exactly know what that means, but when my buddy Graham and I watched the video of my foot strike on the treadmill it was night and day.  The right foot strikes straight and solid and true.  The left foot strikes and then starts to roll and curve over to the right, bowing the ankle out and putting strain on the post tib which is why I have tendonitis.  It was so nice to finally look at the bio mechanical evidence captured on video of why I have been effectively hobbled for the past numerous months.
The orthotics are on order and thank christ I have extended medical cause these babies aren't cheap.  Whatever.  Anything that gets me back on the road I will do.  I was so ecstatic when my physio said that I was allowed to get back on my bike that Michael and I biked from the North Shore to UBC today.  What a stellar ride: I've always wanted to ride out to UBC because it seemed so far.  Round trip?  Roughly 35 miles.  Not so far at all.
Tomorrow will be another action packed day: brunch with Big D; moving in to my mom's place to cat sit for a few days; a late dinner with C.  This time, though?  I am taking my bike to my mom's place because if I can't run around the seawall like I love to do, I'm going to bike the hell out of it.
Basically I'm just hugely excited because my mom has frozen all these dinners for me so I essentially don't have to cook the entire time I'm at her place.  If you know me, and you don't, you know that I am always prepping and meal planning and cooking, so to have someone else do this for me is totally the best thing ever.  It's like a vacation, except with a lot of cat poo.
To cap off a rather exhaustive day, Michael and I watched "Medicine for Melancholy" which was excellent and raised a lot of issues surrounding the diminishing middle class and gentrification.  I highly recommend this movie, which was actually hot on the heels of another movie that Michael picked recently called "Take Me Home" which is about trying to run from your problems which I am not at all familiar with.
Both great, indie movies that you would do yourself well to watch.