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I can't stop eating girl scout cookies. Daddy bought them for me because they aren't on sale around here and I haven't had them in years and really wanted some of those shortbread ones with the weird face on them (apparently they are called trefoils?), and now I can't stop eating them.
It's been doing this gross snow/rain thing here which is rather disappointing. I thought April was for showers so we could get our May flowers, not snow that kills the flower buds forming so that the flowers die before they even bloom. I can't figure out what kinds of jackets to wear anymore. It's warm one day, so the next day I grab a light cardigan and all of a sudden it's like 40 degrees out and I am getting the early stages of frostbite. So the next day I grab a jacket, and it is 67 degrees out and I look like a moron carrying around a jacket all day while wearing a sweater. How does everybody know the weather report but me? I watch the news! I look at weather.com! Is there a secret government weather report that comes on when I am asleep that I don't know about?
Now that I am on a complaining rant I may as well continue. I've been wearing sneakers and gross orthopedic shoes for a couple of days now (about 6 weeks post-op), and this is just not how I thought things would be. I had it in my head that if all the screws and the metal plate was taken out, that things would be so much better. I thought the swelling would go away and that it would not be sore, (because people just aren't supposed to have 8 screws and weird plates in their ankles!), but honestly it feels exactly the same! I guess it is just the fact that the ligament I tore apart is all messed up and apparently there is nothing they can do about that. I'm just annoyed that I had to waste all my sick days at work and go through another surgery and there isn't some nice benefit. Well, I guess there is. I think the orthopedic guy said that with the hardware I was at a huge risk for early ankle arthritis. Wait, or was that just in general and the hardware increased the risk even more? I don't even know anymore. Each surgeon said a different thing and they , talk to you for a total of 10 minutes and while they are there they seem so confident and make it appear that it is all so simple (because it is to THEM with their years of medical training), and then you get out to your car and realize that you still have no idea what is going on but oh wait that was your last appointment and your PT is over and now you have no idea what to do and apparently this crappy ankle is what you are stuck with. Oh joy. It's a really good excuse for things sometimes though. Like on Thanksgiving when your Dad wants to go out on this two hour hike in the woods and it is freezing outside and starting to drizzle, and you secretly want to watch the Charlie Brown Thanksgiving TV special, you can just say, "Oh sorry, Daddy, but the uneven ground is just too risky for me with my leg."
Oh I forgot I also got a new car! And then the second day that I had it there was this HUGE snowstorm and I couldnt see anything and there was this car stopped in the road up ahead, and I thought they were braking, not STOPPED IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD DURING A STORM AT 10 O'CLOCK AT NIGHT WHEN THE PLOWS HAD NOT COME YET SO TRACTION SUCKED and my antilock brakes kicked in and I wasn't slowing down so I hit my horn and they still didnt move and then we like bumper tapped. NO DAMAGE to my car, two tiny indentations on their back bumper from my license plate bolts. Apparently they had hit a deer and were still just sitting in the middle of the road. But yeah two tiny indentations on their bumper, (because by the time we collided I was going about 5 mph), which would cost all of $300 to fill in and paint over, but no they have to go through the insurance company and now I am waiting to see how much my insurance skyrockets because it sure isn't high enough already being a young driver living in Framingham. My rate went up about $600 just from moving from Acton to Framingham. Awesome.
So, why did I get a new car when I had had the old one only about a year and a half? It was trying to kill me. Started doing this really cool thing where I would be driving and the engine would just stop, just cut out on me for no reason. It was especially fun the time it happened on route 9. And of course there were no codes on the diagnostic system when I took it to the garage so they couldn't figure it out. They were like, "Next time it happens just bring it in right away and maybe something will come up!" Oh great, and next time if it happens on a highway again and I somehow miraculously manage to not get run over and killed, sure I'll bring it into you. Oh wait, or not. I could just get rid of this deathtrap and get a car that is not a piece of crap. Good idea. I have the worst luck with cars. My first car, my mom's second car that I drove in high school and part of college, that was a fun car. Mufflers falling off, tires exploding on route 2, the back windshield falling off in Newton on route 30, the windows that started rolling down by themselves. I think it was haunted.
It's been doing this gross snow/rain thing here which is rather disappointing. I thought April was for showers so we could get our May flowers, not snow that kills the flower buds forming so that the flowers die before they even bloom. I can't figure out what kinds of jackets to wear anymore. It's warm one day, so the next day I grab a light cardigan and all of a sudden it's like 40 degrees out and I am getting the early stages of frostbite. So the next day I grab a jacket, and it is 67 degrees out and I look like a moron carrying around a jacket all day while wearing a sweater. How does everybody know the weather report but me? I watch the news! I look at weather.com! Is there a secret government weather report that comes on when I am asleep that I don't know about?
Now that I am on a complaining rant I may as well continue. I've been wearing sneakers and gross orthopedic shoes for a couple of days now (about 6 weeks post-op), and this is just not how I thought things would be. I had it in my head that if all the screws and the metal plate was taken out, that things would be so much better. I thought the swelling would go away and that it would not be sore, (because people just aren't supposed to have 8 screws and weird plates in their ankles!), but honestly it feels exactly the same! I guess it is just the fact that the ligament I tore apart is all messed up and apparently there is nothing they can do about that. I'm just annoyed that I had to waste all my sick days at work and go through another surgery and there isn't some nice benefit. Well, I guess there is. I think the orthopedic guy said that with the hardware I was at a huge risk for early ankle arthritis. Wait, or was that just in general and the hardware increased the risk even more? I don't even know anymore. Each surgeon said a different thing and they , talk to you for a total of 10 minutes and while they are there they seem so confident and make it appear that it is all so simple (because it is to THEM with their years of medical training), and then you get out to your car and realize that you still have no idea what is going on but oh wait that was your last appointment and your PT is over and now you have no idea what to do and apparently this crappy ankle is what you are stuck with. Oh joy. It's a really good excuse for things sometimes though. Like on Thanksgiving when your Dad wants to go out on this two hour hike in the woods and it is freezing outside and starting to drizzle, and you secretly want to watch the Charlie Brown Thanksgiving TV special, you can just say, "Oh sorry, Daddy, but the uneven ground is just too risky for me with my leg."
Oh I forgot I also got a new car! And then the second day that I had it there was this HUGE snowstorm and I couldnt see anything and there was this car stopped in the road up ahead, and I thought they were braking, not STOPPED IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD DURING A STORM AT 10 O'CLOCK AT NIGHT WHEN THE PLOWS HAD NOT COME YET SO TRACTION SUCKED and my antilock brakes kicked in and I wasn't slowing down so I hit my horn and they still didnt move and then we like bumper tapped. NO DAMAGE to my car, two tiny indentations on their back bumper from my license plate bolts. Apparently they had hit a deer and were still just sitting in the middle of the road. But yeah two tiny indentations on their bumper, (because by the time we collided I was going about 5 mph), which would cost all of $300 to fill in and paint over, but no they have to go through the insurance company and now I am waiting to see how much my insurance skyrockets because it sure isn't high enough already being a young driver living in Framingham. My rate went up about $600 just from moving from Acton to Framingham. Awesome.
So, why did I get a new car when I had had the old one only about a year and a half? It was trying to kill me. Started doing this really cool thing where I would be driving and the engine would just stop, just cut out on me for no reason. It was especially fun the time it happened on route 9. And of course there were no codes on the diagnostic system when I took it to the garage so they couldn't figure it out. They were like, "Next time it happens just bring it in right away and maybe something will come up!" Oh great, and next time if it happens on a highway again and I somehow miraculously manage to not get run over and killed, sure I'll bring it into you. Oh wait, or not. I could just get rid of this deathtrap and get a car that is not a piece of crap. Good idea. I have the worst luck with cars. My first car, my mom's second car that I drove in high school and part of college, that was a fun car. Mufflers falling off, tires exploding on route 2, the back windshield falling off in Newton on route 30, the windows that started rolling down by themselves. I think it was haunted.