But YOU Said...
Ever since I hurt my ankle, I have been told by my mother to stay off of it. Stay off of it, stay off of it, if you keep walking on it you'll hurt yourself worse. So, you know, I've tried. I got an ace bandage and wrapped it up and I try to spend most of my time off of my feet. Not that I wouldn't do that anyway; it hurts like a bitch to put weight on it.
I don't know what I did, but ever time it gets touched I squeal like a hurt puppy. I don't think I've ever fucked my ankle up this bad before, and god knows that I've hurt it enough. I'm accident prone like you would not believe. I am ALWAYS getting hurt. I thought I fractured it, honestly, but since I can't afford a visit to the hospital I've just told myself it was a sprain and I hobble around to the best of my ability.
But the thing is, both inhabitants of this house are hurt. Mom hurt her back. I hurt my ankle.
However, mom has a high threshold for pain and a prescription for hydrocodone that she once bragged made it to where she couldn't even tell she was hurt in the first place. I too have a high threshold for pain, but the closest thing I have to a pain killer is over-the-counter aspirin. Aspirin doesn't really work very well. :|
As such, she seems to think that I should be able to "walk it off" like she is. So as she's boppin' along like everything's fine and dandy, I'm limping and screeching like a cat just trying to get down the hall to get a bottle of water. Today she detailed a lovely day out where she needed me to go along to carry a bag of dog food. I was like, "Okay. That's a fifty pound bag and she doesn't need to be doing all that heavy lifting. I can tag along and help her with that. How long could it take? Five minutes to get in and out? I won't be on my feet for too long. I can do this. :3"
But as soon as I agreed, she stretched the outing, citing that my birthday is in three days and she doesn't know what to get me because "you're an adult now and hard to shop for because I can't just buy you toys anymore and you switch around your art so much I'm oblivious as to what to get you even for THAT," so she was going to set me loose and let me find something that I needed or wanted and she'd treat me to it as my gift. I was appreciative, but was about to ask her to put it off until I felt better, when she blurted, "And I'm going to buy something to wear when I go visit Roeper tonight. His daughter is getting married and Dan was invited to a little get-together, and he wants me to go with him."
So, uh, I'mma be dragged all across town very likely. It is mom, and clothes are involved.
This is either going to turn out to be very amusing, or very painful. XD
I'M KIND OF CURIOUS WHICH.
I would take one of her muscle relaxers (she keeps offering me one because she says she's never seen me mess myself up this bad), but I'm hesitant. Those things ARE kinda dangerous, you know. What with your heart being a muscle and all.
I don't know what I did, but ever time it gets touched I squeal like a hurt puppy. I don't think I've ever fucked my ankle up this bad before, and god knows that I've hurt it enough. I'm accident prone like you would not believe. I am ALWAYS getting hurt. I thought I fractured it, honestly, but since I can't afford a visit to the hospital I've just told myself it was a sprain and I hobble around to the best of my ability.
But the thing is, both inhabitants of this house are hurt. Mom hurt her back. I hurt my ankle.
However, mom has a high threshold for pain and a prescription for hydrocodone that she once bragged made it to where she couldn't even tell she was hurt in the first place. I too have a high threshold for pain, but the closest thing I have to a pain killer is over-the-counter aspirin. Aspirin doesn't really work very well. :|
As such, she seems to think that I should be able to "walk it off" like she is. So as she's boppin' along like everything's fine and dandy, I'm limping and screeching like a cat just trying to get down the hall to get a bottle of water. Today she detailed a lovely day out where she needed me to go along to carry a bag of dog food. I was like, "Okay. That's a fifty pound bag and she doesn't need to be doing all that heavy lifting. I can tag along and help her with that. How long could it take? Five minutes to get in and out? I won't be on my feet for too long. I can do this. :3"
But as soon as I agreed, she stretched the outing, citing that my birthday is in three days and she doesn't know what to get me because "you're an adult now and hard to shop for because I can't just buy you toys anymore and you switch around your art so much I'm oblivious as to what to get you even for THAT," so she was going to set me loose and let me find something that I needed or wanted and she'd treat me to it as my gift. I was appreciative, but was about to ask her to put it off until I felt better, when she blurted, "And I'm going to buy something to wear when I go visit Roeper tonight. His daughter is getting married and Dan was invited to a little get-together, and he wants me to go with him."
So, uh, I'mma be dragged all across town very likely. It is mom, and clothes are involved.
This is either going to turn out to be very amusing, or very painful. XD
I'M KIND OF CURIOUS WHICH.
I would take one of her muscle relaxers (she keeps offering me one because she says she's never seen me mess myself up this bad), but I'm hesitant. Those things ARE kinda dangerous, you know. What with your heart being a muscle and all.