Count your blessings...
...because I sure am having a hard time counting mine. My poor mom has been juggling work and me for days now. She's completely rearranged her schedule to do anything and everything for me. Bless her heart... And here I am, feeling sorry for myself.
I was waiting for her to come home for lunch. She was later than she anticipated and instead of calling her and bothering her, I thought I'd try to do something myself. I fell down right before I got into the bathroom. I didn't hurt myself or my knee, but I just started crying. I HATE this. I hate that I have to sit in the same freaking spot for days and I can't just get up and walk outside. I hate that it's nice out and all I can do is look at it from this couch. I hate that my butt hurts from sitting down for so many hours. I hate that I haven't gone a day without taking some kind of pill and having 2 ice packs on my knee. My legs are dry and hairy, my hair is scraggly.
Do you know what it feels like to not even be able to take yourself to the bathroom? It's humiliating.
I really don't want pity and hate to think I feel sorry for myself... I just want to be able to do the things I should be able to do. My mom shouldn't have to change my underwear anymore. I'm 23.
I'll get over it, I suppose. I had an MRI done today. I've read all about how they work, but it sure was a completely different experience inside of one. It sounds like you're sitting right next to a jackhammer. Or you're in the middle of 239 machine guns.
I was waiting for her to come home for lunch. She was later than she anticipated and instead of calling her and bothering her, I thought I'd try to do something myself. I fell down right before I got into the bathroom. I didn't hurt myself or my knee, but I just started crying. I HATE this. I hate that I have to sit in the same freaking spot for days and I can't just get up and walk outside. I hate that it's nice out and all I can do is look at it from this couch. I hate that my butt hurts from sitting down for so many hours. I hate that I haven't gone a day without taking some kind of pill and having 2 ice packs on my knee. My legs are dry and hairy, my hair is scraggly.
Do you know what it feels like to not even be able to take yourself to the bathroom? It's humiliating.
I really don't want pity and hate to think I feel sorry for myself... I just want to be able to do the things I should be able to do. My mom shouldn't have to change my underwear anymore. I'm 23.
I'll get over it, I suppose. I had an MRI done today. I've read all about how they work, but it sure was a completely different experience inside of one. It sounds like you're sitting right next to a jackhammer. Or you're in the middle of 239 machine guns.