Quick Update.
We have a phone again. The number has changed to something close enough to my parents' number that I will never be able to remember it straight. Stupid numbers.
We spent yesterday hiding from the world, and will probably do the same today. I am worried sick about my doctor's appointment on Monday. It should have been yesterday, and then it would be over and done with by now, and I'd know what I had to do to fix this fucking leg, which is acting up again. But no, they had to move it. Fucking mouthbreathing pinheads.
Between the financial problems around December, my fucked-up leg, and recovery from various procedures both previous and forthcoming, I have been out of class for nearly six months. With unemployment, future medical interventions, and likely more financial trouble, I probably won't see the studio for weeks more. And if I can't get this leg fixed, guess what? I'll have to drum if I want to be involved at all.
I fucking hate this. It doesn't even hurt that bad, but if I don't stay off it, it gets aggravated and makes it hard to do anything . . . climb on the bed, bend over, get up, sit down, go down steps . . . I HATE THIS.
I have gained seven pounds. SEVEN. Because I cannot exercise as hard as I usually do. This is not a good thing.
Right now I'm going to go exercise. As long as I don't bend over or twist, the leg is fine.
We spent yesterday hiding from the world, and will probably do the same today. I am worried sick about my doctor's appointment on Monday. It should have been yesterday, and then it would be over and done with by now, and I'd know what I had to do to fix this fucking leg, which is acting up again. But no, they had to move it. Fucking mouthbreathing pinheads.
Between the financial problems around December, my fucked-up leg, and recovery from various procedures both previous and forthcoming, I have been out of class for nearly six months. With unemployment, future medical interventions, and likely more financial trouble, I probably won't see the studio for weeks more. And if I can't get this leg fixed, guess what? I'll have to drum if I want to be involved at all.
I fucking hate this. It doesn't even hurt that bad, but if I don't stay off it, it gets aggravated and makes it hard to do anything . . . climb on the bed, bend over, get up, sit down, go down steps . . . I HATE THIS.
I have gained seven pounds. SEVEN. Because I cannot exercise as hard as I usually do. This is not a good thing.
Right now I'm going to go exercise. As long as I don't bend over or twist, the leg is fine.