breaking bones isn't fun
So I broke my toe two days ago. And it hurt(s) really bad.
I got some vicodin, which I took the first day but haven't since then. I hate taking a bunch of pain meds.
I have to wear one of those cast shoe things. I call it my hop-along boot. Its impossible to walk in it. But there's no way I'd be getting my foot in a regular shoe so...
I'm supposed to stay home from work for at least 1 week. My employer's not too happy about it...even being kinda bitchy about it. She said to me, "I've broken my toes before and I've never had a doctor tell me to stay off of it for a week. I'm just surprised your doctor said that...but, whatever..."
Whatever. I know that when people hear "broken toe" they think "big f-ing deal" but damn does it hurt.
Anyway. Not only do I have no friends here, but one of my friends that doesn't live here has started not returning my calls, or text messages...I don't know exactly what it is that I've done this time. This has happened before...but at least then I knew why she was mad at me...this time its completely out of the blue. And this time it hurts more because she knows that I'm alone out here. Totally and completely. And she's still being like that towards me.
Whatever. I guess we learn eventually who our true friends are and who they aren't.
Rachel is a true friend. I know she would be there through thick and thin. I know that I could call her anytime and she would talk to me if I was upset.
Sadly, I don't have any other friends, really. I can't wait to move to Denver. To start all over. To meet people I have things in common with. To make friends.
I got some vicodin, which I took the first day but haven't since then. I hate taking a bunch of pain meds.
I have to wear one of those cast shoe things. I call it my hop-along boot. Its impossible to walk in it. But there's no way I'd be getting my foot in a regular shoe so...
I'm supposed to stay home from work for at least 1 week. My employer's not too happy about it...even being kinda bitchy about it. She said to me, "I've broken my toes before and I've never had a doctor tell me to stay off of it for a week. I'm just surprised your doctor said that...but, whatever..."
Whatever. I know that when people hear "broken toe" they think "big f-ing deal" but damn does it hurt.
Anyway. Not only do I have no friends here, but one of my friends that doesn't live here has started not returning my calls, or text messages...I don't know exactly what it is that I've done this time. This has happened before...but at least then I knew why she was mad at me...this time its completely out of the blue. And this time it hurts more because she knows that I'm alone out here. Totally and completely. And she's still being like that towards me.
Whatever. I guess we learn eventually who our true friends are and who they aren't.
Rachel is a true friend. I know she would be there through thick and thin. I know that I could call her anytime and she would talk to me if I was upset.
Sadly, I don't have any other friends, really. I can't wait to move to Denver. To start all over. To meet people I have things in common with. To make friends.