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So I am not dead
Firstly I had my MRI for my knee a few days ago. MRI's are pretty unsettling. It's so loud and makes you feel weird. Looks like I didn't tear anything in my knee but the upper part of my calf muscle is basically frayed. There's fluid built up and it's inflamed. The tissues in my knee are also inflamed. Right now they have me wearing a Cho-Pat strap which is supposed to support my kneecap and help it track into the proper groove when I move it. They think that's why my knee is jacked up because it's out of alignment. If the pain and swelling doesn't go down in about 45 days they're going to start with steroid injections T^T Uwaaaaaahhhhhhh do not want. My physical therapist also said that my calf muscles may have shortened over time and the cause was probably gymnastics, volleyball and obviously, basic. They're going to try ultrasound with heat to relax my muscle and hopefully move the fibers back into place otherwise they'll use this weird scoop thing and scrape the back of my leg to kind of force the muscles back (non-surgically). And I have to go to physical therapy every other day which is a pain in the ass with my new job (they rotate us every six months to a new section so everyone gets trained in all aspects of my job).
I work with OSHA standards and the Air Force's version of them and that shit is a pain in the fucking ass. Plus dealing with all the old crotchety civilians that need hearing tests as part of their job. Makes me want to punch people in their fucking face. The people in the section before me royally fucked everything up (we found a stack of un-filed paperwork UNDER A CEILING TILE WTF. I also have to deal with pregnant ladies. ;lkfdsjhdjkhlaskgjl;fkh
Jeff was a complete fucking douche today. For two days we were planning on going urban exploring up in Whittier and what does he do today? He decides to re grout the bathroom floor and then go to lunch and go shopping with his roommate. Then at 1 he texts me and is all, "I'm sorry I forgot about our trip today. We can go after I get done with everything!" Oh yeah, that's great considering it'll take us THREE FUCKING HOURS TO GET THERE AND WE HAVE TO WORK TOMORROW YOU ASSHAT. FUCK YOU.
I AM SO STRESSED OUT FUCKING FUCK FUCK GAAAAAAHHHHHHH
I'm getting out of the Air Force. Fuck re-enlisting. I would kill myself, seriously.
So I am not dead
Firstly I had my MRI for my knee a few days ago. MRI's are pretty unsettling. It's so loud and makes you feel weird. Looks like I didn't tear anything in my knee but the upper part of my calf muscle is basically frayed. There's fluid built up and it's inflamed. The tissues in my knee are also inflamed. Right now they have me wearing a Cho-Pat strap which is supposed to support my kneecap and help it track into the proper groove when I move it. They think that's why my knee is jacked up because it's out of alignment. If the pain and swelling doesn't go down in about 45 days they're going to start with steroid injections T^T Uwaaaaaahhhhhhh do not want. My physical therapist also said that my calf muscles may have shortened over time and the cause was probably gymnastics, volleyball and obviously, basic. They're going to try ultrasound with heat to relax my muscle and hopefully move the fibers back into place otherwise they'll use this weird scoop thing and scrape the back of my leg to kind of force the muscles back (non-surgically). And I have to go to physical therapy every other day which is a pain in the ass with my new job (they rotate us every six months to a new section so everyone gets trained in all aspects of my job).
I work with OSHA standards and the Air Force's version of them and that shit is a pain in the fucking ass. Plus dealing with all the old crotchety civilians that need hearing tests as part of their job. Makes me want to punch people in their fucking face. The people in the section before me royally fucked everything up (we found a stack of un-filed paperwork UNDER A CEILING TILE WTF. I also have to deal with pregnant ladies. ;lkfdsjhdjkhlaskgjl;fkh
Jeff was a complete fucking douche today. For two days we were planning on going urban exploring up in Whittier and what does he do today? He decides to re grout the bathroom floor and then go to lunch and go shopping with his roommate. Then at 1 he texts me and is all, "I'm sorry I forgot about our trip today. We can go after I get done with everything!" Oh yeah, that's great considering it'll take us THREE FUCKING HOURS TO GET THERE AND WE HAVE TO WORK TOMORROW YOU ASSHAT. FUCK YOU.
I AM SO STRESSED OUT FUCKING FUCK FUCK GAAAAAAHHHHHHH
I'm getting out of the Air Force. Fuck re-enlisting. I would kill myself, seriously.