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So, I've spent the last few days moving into a new house, painting my new room, and getting my freaking life back in order. I should be moved in and mostly settled by the end of the week, if all goes according to plan. I've spent the last 4 months(ish) living with someone and have sort of gotten used to things there, and now I have to adjust to living with three roommates. And two dogs. On the plus side, the rent is mega cheap and it's in a pretty decent location. We have a big back yard, wood floors, and a big kitchen, and I have the biggest room, which is the ideal space for someone who needs to occasionally hide from dogs and roommates.
In other news, my knee has hurt for about the past two months, which has left even my doctor confused. I've been taking pain killers, muscle relaxers, and anti-inflammatory pills for about three weeks now with little to no change. The swelling has gone down but I still have daily pain. Anyway, they suggested that I go to physical therapy as a last result. I don't really know if this is a realistic option for me but, unfortunately, neither is limping around forever and popping pain pills. Meh.
Things/entities currently on my shit list: dogs, moving, bum knees, girl roommates, purple wall paint, the girls who painted the walls purple before I moved in, the makers of queen-sized box springs, the makers of staircases too narrow to fit queen-sized box springs, contact paper with ugly pink and purple frogs on it.
Things/entities I currently love: my friendly Lowe's paint specialist, the green paint that covers the purple paint in my room, my amazing friend Micah for building my record shelf, patching up the holes in my walls, and removing the soccer ball coat hanger in my room, new sheets from Target, ice packs, having someone to make me coffee when I wake up every morning, having a room of my own.
Also, come visit me. I like visitors.
In other news, my knee has hurt for about the past two months, which has left even my doctor confused. I've been taking pain killers, muscle relaxers, and anti-inflammatory pills for about three weeks now with little to no change. The swelling has gone down but I still have daily pain. Anyway, they suggested that I go to physical therapy as a last result. I don't really know if this is a realistic option for me but, unfortunately, neither is limping around forever and popping pain pills. Meh.
Things/entities currently on my shit list: dogs, moving, bum knees, girl roommates, purple wall paint, the girls who painted the walls purple before I moved in, the makers of queen-sized box springs, the makers of staircases too narrow to fit queen-sized box springs, contact paper with ugly pink and purple frogs on it.
Things/entities I currently love: my friendly Lowe's paint specialist, the green paint that covers the purple paint in my room, my amazing friend Micah for building my record shelf, patching up the holes in my walls, and removing the soccer ball coat hanger in my room, new sheets from Target, ice packs, having someone to make me coffee when I wake up every morning, having a room of my own.
Also, come visit me. I like visitors.