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las night on my way to my front door, i slipped and fell on black ice. my right arm braced my fall, and i fell directly on it. richie heard me scream and came running out with no shoes on to help me. put ice on it (the last thing i wanted to see) for 3 hours before bed. i'm still in excruciating pain if i try to lift it above waist level, or turn it. i don't know what the hell i did to it but now i'm going to have to get it checked out. i've got about a million things i need to do to get ready for x-mas that heather is gonna have to help me do now. was supposed to work today and i can't. dunno when i'll be able to. this fucking SUCKS!
it had already started out a bad day, richie had dug out my parking spot for me and pulled my car into the spot across the street because he knew i'd have a hard time. figured that if no one is in it at 10:30am on a monday they're at work and it would be ok there for 2 hours before i left for work. well the asshole neighbor who's supposed spot that was (we don't have assigned parking and there were prob 10 other open spots he could have used very closeby, 4 of which we had dug out) decided to block me in. was gonna call the cops to make him move but noticed he had moved around noon. was about to leave for work at 12:45 and saw him blocking me in again! i yelled out to him "i'm moving now!" and he said nothing to me, that passive aggressive bastard. i don't get why people are so possessive and selfish like that. there were so many open spots and he just had to have that one. to put both of us through the extra stress of a confrontation rather than just parking in one of the 3 open spots in front of my house instead makes no sense. the stress of that put me into an anxiety attack, which i don't ever get. i felt physically ill for a few hours afterwards.
i hate this snow and ice and everything that comes with it. i was gonna try and make the best of it by doing the fun stuff i enjoyed as a kid, now all hope of that is gone with my fucked up arm. i'm not gonna be able to fix my grandmom's hair for her before x-mas. she just got out of the hospital and was unable to come in for her regular monday appt. i'm gonna have to have heather make the food for the x-mas eve party that i was supposed to make. i need help to even get dressed, i can't drive, i can't write, i have to type with my left hand. i'm really depressed and i don't know whats going to make me feel any better now.
it had already started out a bad day, richie had dug out my parking spot for me and pulled my car into the spot across the street because he knew i'd have a hard time. figured that if no one is in it at 10:30am on a monday they're at work and it would be ok there for 2 hours before i left for work. well the asshole neighbor who's supposed spot that was (we don't have assigned parking and there were prob 10 other open spots he could have used very closeby, 4 of which we had dug out) decided to block me in. was gonna call the cops to make him move but noticed he had moved around noon. was about to leave for work at 12:45 and saw him blocking me in again! i yelled out to him "i'm moving now!" and he said nothing to me, that passive aggressive bastard. i don't get why people are so possessive and selfish like that. there were so many open spots and he just had to have that one. to put both of us through the extra stress of a confrontation rather than just parking in one of the 3 open spots in front of my house instead makes no sense. the stress of that put me into an anxiety attack, which i don't ever get. i felt physically ill for a few hours afterwards.
i hate this snow and ice and everything that comes with it. i was gonna try and make the best of it by doing the fun stuff i enjoyed as a kid, now all hope of that is gone with my fucked up arm. i'm not gonna be able to fix my grandmom's hair for her before x-mas. she just got out of the hospital and was unable to come in for her regular monday appt. i'm gonna have to have heather make the food for the x-mas eve party that i was supposed to make. i need help to even get dressed, i can't drive, i can't write, i have to type with my left hand. i'm really depressed and i don't know whats going to make me feel any better now.