Venting
Ok - I need to vent - I've really needed this for a long time, but especially today. I apologize if this offends anyone.
I'm 16 years old.
I feel like an old lady.
Teenagers joints aren't supposed to grind and pop with every little movement...they aren't supposed to hurt this bad.
People my age aren't supposed to get winded just climbing the stairs or walking the mall.
For the last 6 months or so I've had to sit down on a folded-up towel while showering. We have a tub-shower. I just recently added the towel for a little extra comfort, but it's narrow and uncomfortable, and I have to sit criss-cross, and the sides of the tub hit tender spots on my knees... and today my mom actually brought up the possibility of using a shower chair.
I'm 16.
We're not supposed to need shower chairs.
Those are for old people. (No offense, anyone).
I want my life back.
I'm a teenager.
I'm supposed to be out partying.
Making stupid mistakes.
I'm not supposed to be dealing with health issues yet.
These are supposed to be some of the best years of my life.
I'm missing it out on it all, because it's like I've fast-forewarded 70 years and I'm an old lady on the inside, with the appearance and personality of a teenager.
I'm not supposed to be needing a shower chair.
Ok. That's my vent. Felt good to let it out.
I'm 16 years old.
I feel like an old lady.
Teenagers joints aren't supposed to grind and pop with every little movement...they aren't supposed to hurt this bad.
People my age aren't supposed to get winded just climbing the stairs or walking the mall.
For the last 6 months or so I've had to sit down on a folded-up towel while showering. We have a tub-shower. I just recently added the towel for a little extra comfort, but it's narrow and uncomfortable, and I have to sit criss-cross, and the sides of the tub hit tender spots on my knees... and today my mom actually brought up the possibility of using a shower chair.
I'm 16.
We're not supposed to need shower chairs.
Those are for old people. (No offense, anyone).
I want my life back.
I'm a teenager.
I'm supposed to be out partying.
Making stupid mistakes.
I'm not supposed to be dealing with health issues yet.
These are supposed to be some of the best years of my life.
I'm missing it out on it all, because it's like I've fast-forewarded 70 years and I'm an old lady on the inside, with the appearance and personality of a teenager.
I'm not supposed to be needing a shower chair.
Ok. That's my vent. Felt good to let it out.