rant
so the other night a couple of weeks ago, i started writing an entry, but i got so tired, that i didn't finish it. i saved what i did write, and i would like to record it sometime, but it is something i would like to forget.
so the other night while i was playing frisbee, i was running really fast to the end zone and i was going to turn around to get ready for someone to throw it to me so we could score. so i was running, i was going to turn around, and my foot didn't turn with me. my knee popped three times along the outside of it. i thought it was something i could just walk off, but i've been on crutches ever since, and i'm getting an mri on wednesday. worse case scenerio is that i'll have to have surgery.
i went home this weekend. i love my family. but jesus christ does my mom get on my nerves sometimes. i know she was trying to help me out, and that's why i feel bad even complaining about it. we went to the mall to buy leggings and she would walk so slow in front of me, and on crutches, it's like, move out of the way, i'm comin! i can't control how fast i'm going! or not opening doors for me, i know that sounds stupid, but i opened the door today at subway and just the little twist of my body in doing that killed my knee. or not carrying my bookbag, but then offering to carry the smallest little things that i can handle. or walking into church and lifting up my skirt and showing people my brace. or asking me where to put my green pepper in the fridge. where do you want it? in the fridge. where? it doesn't matter. do you want it in the drawer? sure. are you sure? i don't care. are you sure?? WHAT THE FUCK JUST PUT IT IN THE REFRIDGERATOR!.
it might be because of a number of factors, my knee, knowing i have a lot of work, hormones, etc. but nevertheless, i couldn't help it. i was annoyed.
and that is all for now. (seriously my life has been insane and i must write about it at a time when i am free and don't want to go sleep).
so the other night while i was playing frisbee, i was running really fast to the end zone and i was going to turn around to get ready for someone to throw it to me so we could score. so i was running, i was going to turn around, and my foot didn't turn with me. my knee popped three times along the outside of it. i thought it was something i could just walk off, but i've been on crutches ever since, and i'm getting an mri on wednesday. worse case scenerio is that i'll have to have surgery.
i went home this weekend. i love my family. but jesus christ does my mom get on my nerves sometimes. i know she was trying to help me out, and that's why i feel bad even complaining about it. we went to the mall to buy leggings and she would walk so slow in front of me, and on crutches, it's like, move out of the way, i'm comin! i can't control how fast i'm going! or not opening doors for me, i know that sounds stupid, but i opened the door today at subway and just the little twist of my body in doing that killed my knee. or not carrying my bookbag, but then offering to carry the smallest little things that i can handle. or walking into church and lifting up my skirt and showing people my brace. or asking me where to put my green pepper in the fridge. where do you want it? in the fridge. where? it doesn't matter. do you want it in the drawer? sure. are you sure? i don't care. are you sure?? WHAT THE FUCK JUST PUT IT IN THE REFRIDGERATOR!.
it might be because of a number of factors, my knee, knowing i have a lot of work, hormones, etc. but nevertheless, i couldn't help it. i was annoyed.
and that is all for now. (seriously my life has been insane and i must write about it at a time when i am free and don't want to go sleep).