This girl is out of sight

I know what you're asking. How are you lucky enough to get two posts in one day? Maaaagic!

The man who injected my ankle, Dr. HottiePants, is actually Dr. Anthony Galea. He founded his clinic (ISM Health & Wellness) when I was 4 years old. My love of old men wins again!

The name sound familiar? He's the doctor that's treated Tiger Woods, A-Rod, and others in the states without a license to practice in the US. Read the telling story about him in The Washington Post from June. Oh even without trying, I'm all drama, drama, drama!

Also, from this morning I've seemed to answer my own question. I asked: "Any tips of how you stay positive even when feeling shitty or dealing with life piling onto you?"

Answer, avoidance deflection! (yes, that's a much prettier term)

Instead of thinking about the topic(s) at hand, I've blared music and danced about the office.

Time for some fun and games. I've mentioned it before, but the majority of my blog post titles are song lyrics. Some are very obvious, some not so much. I would never call myself a music junkie, I just love music. I'm not a snob, I can't tell you anything about any band, I just listen and bop.You'll notice below just how eclectic I am.

So here is where each is from:
"This girl is out of sight" - Jezebel by Two Hours Traffic
"That's alright, because I like the way it hurts" -  love the way you lie by Eminem & Rihanna
"K-I-C-K-A-S-S, that's the way we spell success" - Giant by Matthew Good Band
"Could you wanna take my picture?" - Take a Picture by Filter
"If I sing a song, will you sing along?" - Sing Along by Dave Matthews Band
"Bring back that lovin' feelin'" - You've lost that lovin' feeling by The Righteous Brothers
"That's why she'll be back again" - Better Man by Pearl Jam
"Short Skirt, Long Jacket" - Short skirt, long jacket by Cake
"Just don't stand there, say nice things to me" - Push by Matchbox 20
"And, as I recall, I think we both kind of liked it" - Breakfast at Tiffany's by Deep Blue Something
"she said it was worth it" - Jezebel by Sade
"melt my heart to stone" - Melt my heart to stone by Adele
"Dust yourself off and try again" - Try Again by Aaliyah
"Funky fresh, dressed to impress" - Funky Fresh Dressed by Missy Elliot
"Very merry un-birthday" - A Very Merry Unbirthday, to you from Alice in Wonderland
"Sugar Pie, Honey Bunch" - Sugar Pie, Honey Bunch by The Temptations
"Back to life, back to reality" - Back to Life by Soul II Soul
"One of these things is not like the other" - One of these things is not like the other from Sesame Street
"And the moon is the only light we see" - Stand by me by The Temptations
"Musical Chairs" - Musical Chairs by Atmosphere
"Turn the beat around" - Turn the beat around by Gloria Estefan
"That's right, put in work, move your ass, go berserk" - The New Workout Plan by Kanye West
"Baby, you can't doubt it" - Shake it off by Jarvis Church
"Shake and bake, etc." - Shake and Bake by Digital Underground
"Five bad boys with the power to rock you" - Slam Dunk Da Funk by 5ive
"These boots are made for walking" - These boots are made for walking by Nancy Sinatra
"Let me break the ice" - Break the ice by Britney Spears
"That's what friends are for" - That's what friends are for by Dionne Warwick
"Makes me say what's up" - Girl the way you do me by 2ge+her
"Step one: we can have lots of fun" - Step by Step by New Kids on the Block
"Put a Smile on your face" - Smile by Vitamin C
"P-p-p-push it, push it real good" - Push it by Salt n' Peppa

Writing it out like that also makes me realize just how long of a journey we've been on so far. Thanks for sticking with me as this ankle attempts to heals. Tomorrow marks 12 weeks. I can't believe we're still at it!

Enjoy today's title song in video form. This song has been stuck in my head for a while, and I've been trying to find who sings it. Trust me you don't want to type "Jezebel" into any search engine, what you will get is very XXX.  For those who want it, I'm sorry to take the porn out of your day, make up for it elsewhere.

That's alright, because I like the way it hurts

There was a lot of internal swearing happening Monday when Dr. HottiePants injected my ankle. Holy fuck that hurt!

I pride myself on being a tough cookie - I've sat through french braids, self eyebrow waxes, walking into numerous walls, painful bikini waxes, and lots and lots of physio time - but this is a pain I've never felt before.

The process of my ankle injection, though tedious, is very interesting. They removed three vials of blood from my arm, and spun it in a centrifuge to separate the proteins. Once separated, the platelet rich plasma (which ends up a milky yellowish colour) is combined in a syringe that is attached to a VERY long needle. From there I was brought upstairs to see the Ultrasound technician. With her magic wand, and a lot of goo, Wendy found exactly where my cartilage damage was and measured how far down to inject me. Dr. HottiePants came in next, found the injection spot, then inflicted crazy amount of pain. He inserted the needle about 12 mm into my ankle, going into the joint and coming out the tendon, bathing both with the PRP. Dr. HottiePants then held my ankle (thank god I shaved my legs in the morning) and patted me better after bandaging me up.

The pain stuck around for the entire night. I tried to relax and rest, but that didn't happen. Walking was difficult and I was limping around, similar to week three when I just came off the crutches.

After waking up the pain has subsided and it was easier to move around yesterday and today. I'm afraid to take off the bandages, and will leave them on for at least one more night. I'm not sure why I think they are better on but I won't question my neurotic thoughts...it usually just gets me in trouble (Plus, I've got enough to think about lately, a bandage isn't on the top of the list).

Can I mention here that this post has taken almost 24 hours to write? Words will not come out of me right now, which is a bit scary since I'm sure I have a few press releases to write today for work. I'm tired, I'm in pain, I WOKE UP SICK! I sound very horse and am coughing. Not impressed! It is one of those days where all you dream to do once you wake up is go back to sleep. My elastic-ankled sweats seem like the perfect choice for today. Alas, I'm in a pencil skirt.

Krista and I had a discussion last night about the effects of negative thought and the backlash from "could, should, wish, want" talk. The physiological response your body has when you "wish you could" do something and then never follow through is toxic.

So I left the gym with a goal (#2 for the week): write down every time that I use "could, should, want or wish" in a sentence.

I've found myself about to say these words, and I'd stop. (I'm attempting for a very short list) When you don't even secret that kind of talk into the universe, it helps stay positive. When I do end up using one of these words it brings up a lot of thought. Why do I think I want to, or wish to, or could use to, or should do something? Oh, it's been a cozy place to stay in the deepest caverns of my mind. (I'll take Empire Records song lyrics for $1,000, Alex).

Good news? I'm still off track, nowhere close to being one of those "shit together" bloggers. You wouldn't want that from me anyway.

Green Monster has returned for breakfast:

Disgusting looking, delicious tasting! My coworker, Cam, who I share an office with gets legitimately grossed out when I drink it in the office. He has to leave till I'm done, or I have to go out in the main lobby or media room area.

Lunch is the world's greatest salad from Whole Foods, with greens, dried cranberries, walnuts and Gorgonzola cheese. Yum!

I may also have a Fruit and Nut bar in my bag from the weekend that is calling my name. I never see anything wrong with chocolate in the morning, but maybe I'll wait to crack into it till after my salad. Maybe!

I'm off to talk lacrosse, be a superstar, and enjoy my Wednesday. Have a powerful day!

Any tips of how you stay positive even when feeling shitty or dealing with life piling onto you?

K-I-C-K-A-S-S...that's the way we spell success

I cried in yoga class again!


There was actually a reason behind it this time (besides my own insanity). I hurt throughout the 60 minute class, which turned into a 75 minute class somehow (yay $2), but at the end of class when I was laying in savasana the instructor grabbed my ankle to give it a shake and move my leg wider. It was so painful and I wasn't expecting it since my eyes were closed. I jumped, gasped, and automatically started with the waterworks. I was in so much shock, and I couldn't calm down. It was five minutes of savasana with tears and a panic attack, pain and hyperventilating; how relaxing! I'm such a piece of work.

Did I also mention that my boobs were trying to suffocate me while I was doing my shoulder stand? Because they were. Clearly the person who invented that pose was a man or a very flat woman.

My love of yoga still hasn't be revived. It was an alright class, but why do I always feel like I need to stretch after a class? Isn't the point of a class to stretch you? I've set a new goal for this week: go to a yoga class on a weekday.

I calmed myself down after about 10 minutes of cleaning and recharged my electrolytes with my new favourite thing.
Vita Coco!

We already knew my love of coconut, but coconut water is something amazing! It has a taste I can't explain or describe, but I'm hooked. I'll have to make a trip to Whole Foods of Planet Organic to see how much they sell it for. The yoga studio is asking me to dish out $3.50 a tetra, which is pretty ridiculous!

In amazing news, my platelet injection got moved from September 7th to today. Have I mentioned lately how much I love Steph? She always seems to be able to re-work things and get things done super fast. This is my kinda person, she understand my sense of urgency and need for getting what I want.

Basically they extract blood from me, spin it in a centrifuge to separate the proteins, and inject those platelets into my ankle to coat the amount of cartilage that has been chipped away. The medical technician inside of me is pretty darn excited. The pain is temporary to fix a very constant existing pain. I will keep you updated on how it goes and how I'm feeling.

The only down side is that I can't jog, dance or skip rope for the next week days. Because I was doing all three of those, right? Not sure where these people are getting their information. If I could do any of those three things I wouldn't need them to poke me with needles. Doctors are so silly!

Alright, I need to hustle. My appointment is in 45 minutes on the other side of town. Wish me luck! I can't wait to remember what a normal left ankle feels like!

Could you wanna take my picture?

HAPPY SATURDAY!!

Draft day is over, and I need much more sleep. I snapped a few beauties last night and since I don't have much time to post (physio, taste of the danforth, sleep) I will leave today with a picture post.
I like photographing people better than buildings, but I work with the models I'm given.
Enjoy!
p.s. Jenn really loves Ace...below is her third photo with him this year!

If I sing a song, will you sing along?

TGIF my bloggies!

It's a beautiful sunny day that starts calm, will explode sometime around 1:00 p.m. and end nicely with the Blue Jays vs. Rays. I'm borrowing Adam - Megan's bf - for the night, giving him back, then going for drinks with the boy yet to be nicknamed. (Lauren, Andrea, we'll need to work on this one. I think Shorty is too obvious. Though I doubt anything will top Kilt Boy or Pinchy.)

I apologize for all those who follow me on Twitter (if you don't, what's your problem?) for the dispersal draft tangent me, Shannon and Julie took today. My other life as a pretend lacrosse GM is shining bright today. The team will be acquiring a few new players since the Orlando team is folding, and the speculation and side dealings are making my blood pressure soar heart race.

Lets get back to the topic at hand. My rehab. I haven't been to physio in over a week and I can tell. My ankle is hurting a bunch. I have an appointment scheduled for Saturday morning, at the exact same time I'm supposed to be at work downtown. This should be interesting. Not actually sure what I'm going to do about it yet. My injection appointment is scheduled for September 7, which won't work at all because it is FAR too far away. I've instructed Steph to work her magic, because even though I've been patient for 11 WEEKS now, I won't be able to hold it together for another four to begin feeling more of an improvement.

I'm ITCHING to run. I actually think my skin may fall off if I don't run soon.And, no, I'm not over exaggerating; I would never do that! Though, possibly a bad idea, I may try a little jog soon to see how I'm feeling. Bondage brace included of course!

I met up with a friend for a much needed coffee break yesterday in the middle of my draft-prep by the lake in Port Credit.

We went for a great long walk but it just didn't do the trick. My need for speed was satisfied for a quick joy ride in his brand new Porche 911 Turbo.

Um, hello! I need this car. It goes 0-100 in less than two seconds. You get thrown into the back of the supple leather seats. I swear I melted a bit. I really like fast! I returned to the office, exhilarated and ready to work some more. It's continued today, I actually need to stop typing soon, because I need to draft me some Orlando boys!

One last thing: Here is where the audience participation part comes into play. You are amazing readers, but are often a bit timid to comment. Not a problem, let's rock some anonymous feedback. Leave a comment, feel free to tweet me or email me (l.bridgman@hotmail.com). I'd love to chat with you.

Bring back that lovin' feelin'

Every muscle, bone, tendon, even space in my body is aching right now. Eoin's (pronounced Ian) superflow class last night was a journey and I'm a bit worse for wear this morning. 

This gorgeous sight in my left knee.

The right one looks similar. I'm feeling pretty mangled, and Megan agreed this morning (via Twitter) that she was moving slowly and also a hurtin' unit.

The class was anything but conventional. We swam like fish and dolphins, we crab-walked, we embraced the ocean inside of us (figuratively and literally, he made us lick our sweaty arm to taste the salt). We were surfers, dude. I think Megan said it best when she told Adam that Eoin could totally give "Dude Lessons" he is the ultimate dude. "I'm so stoked to be back in Toronto. Super stoked." Not to fret Eoin, I was super stoked to have you back too. Especially when you sat on me and rubbed my arms instead of bowing in traditional class ending style.

Though I have personally, I'd also like to publicly thank Megan for coming with me last night. She gives in to my excitements and nurtures my crazy nature. Megan stepped out of her comfort zone for me last night. I'm not sure how I got so lucky...I'm not going to question it, just embrace it. 

I was right when I said last night that my excitement would trump my hurting ankle. It did sting and pulse throughout class, but I pushed it aside. Oh, the power of a positive mind!

Giving myself the time to go to this class, (and be silly and use my muscles and stretch) made me realize one thing. I've been neglecting me again, a trend (just like lack of sleep) that is all too familiar.

Remember those jeans I posted on my bedroom door as motivation? They are still hanging there and not fitting any better. I've stoppd loving to cook and bake, and working out is becoming a chore. I've stopped loving yoga, and stopped loving weight training. This girl needs to shake it up a bit to start getting back that lost loving feeling. (sigh, the Righteous Brothers - I'm loving oldies right now).

Megan and I had a foodie discussion last night after yoga class as I was CRAVING a pita. Don't ask me why, I'm not sure I've had one since The Pita Grill in Windsor.

Let me digress: Any place that serves remotely healthy food, that is open till 3:30 a.m. on a bar night, and is located on my walk home was heaven to me. Then make the food delicious (even when sober) and it was my Cloud 9.

p.s. No, I didn't get my pita. Couldn't find an open place at 11:00 p.m.

Now back to the point, we talked about the importance of eating REAL food. Both of us agree that the occasional fake thing, or processed item isn't the end of the world, but when given the choice we'd much rather chow down on clean, raw, real food then fake cheese and chemical laden goods.

That only means one thing: I need to get back to cooking, and fast! I spent a good amount of time in the kitchen this morning preparing my food while sipping on a full mug of warm water with lemon.

For breakfast I had what I'm lovingly calling my Kitchen Sink Smoothie. This puppy had just about everything I could find thrown into it. There was no real measuring just playing. So the measurements below are all approximations.

Kitchen Sink Smoothie:
1 tbsp Omega-3 Fish oil
1 tsp acidophilus powder (layman's terms: ground up dead people - a very powerful pro-biotic)
1 medium banana
1/3 cup almond milk
1/3 cup POM juice
2 pineapple-stawberry popsicles
1/3 cup fresh blueberries
2 scoops of Ultra-Meal vanilla flavour protein powder

I think that is all. I was aiming for a green monster, but had no greens so I fished around the fridge and freezer to make that delicious concoction.

I love how fresh blueberries make it all speckled!

I have a bunch of chunks of pineapple for a snack, a messful of salad and a bit of veal cutlet for lunch, and a handful of macadamia nuts for the afternoon snack. Currently, I am very proud of myself. Day 2 is the next triumph and I'm headed back to Whitby for the next two days so planning meals will be VERY crucial. There is an Extreme Pita across the street from the arena, though. I may have to go and get that pita craving under wraps - pun intended - one day for lunch.

that's why she'll be back again

Hi lovies! I've missed you in about a week. Happy August!

This again will be a short post. It has been such a crazy time between work events, and sanity, boys and friends. My social life is improving but I'm not sleeping much. This is always my problem. Balance isn't my best trait.

Since we talked I've celebrated Megan's birthday, visited with Lori and Lauren, worked all weekend in Whitby at the OLA Festival and ditched it all for some me time. 

I took a little escape from my beloved city over the civic holiday to recharge a bit, think and enjoy some sunshine and some family time.

You really can't beat it a sunny patio that over looks the most gorgeous watery view. I tried my hardest to appreciate at it as much as possible, but just ended up falling asleep. What can I say? I was really relaxed.

 This is the first time I've visited our family cottage. My mother has been hounding me for over a month to come see it. I'm glad I did. She has spent most of the summer there, and it was nice to have some quality time with her and the puppy again.

I've had a lot of pain in my ankle this weekend, and tried to get in to see Steph today but she didn't have any mid-day openings and 5:00 p.m. will just not do; I have a very important date tonight. Megan and I are continuing our yoga girlie date nights, and tonight's class feature the ever-so-fabulous Eoin Finn. Haven't heard of him? I'm not sure we can be friends anymore!

I was introduced to Eoin's style of yoga when I worked at lululemon athletica. I started with one of his DVD's and fell into bliss automatically. He is just an amazing personality - sweet and positive - and exudes sex. It's not his appearance, it is just his presence. He is something else. Back in March I took a weekend workshop with him and expanded my practice to whole new levels. Tonight, Eoin is back in Ontario (originally from B.C.) and teaching a two hour Superflow class. I. Can't. Wait.

I hope to check in tonight or early tomorrow to let ya'll know how I get through the class. I'll hopefully learn something new instead of just perv'ing out in the corner over Eoin. The hurting ankle should be a hindrance, but the excitement I have may take over.