I hate my knee
Why do I hate my knee, well because it is prohibiting me from doing a lot of things. I'm trying my hardest not to get depressed about it, but damn its close to impossible not to. I mean I'm on meds that all they do is make me sleepy, heck the ibuprofen makes me tired as hell, and if I don't take my other med with food I can get uber sick. I don't have to use the crutches unless I know I'm gonna be up and walking around a lot, which I'm trying to keep to a minimal because hot damn do I hate those crutches. I can't march for the next 6 weeks which I hate and sitting on the sideline and watching everyone out there marching really just makes me even more depressed, people have no idea how badly I want to be out there on the field marching I would kill to be out there while others prolly would kill to be in my spot right about now. I'm getting sick and tired of people calling me gimpy and constantly wanting to help me out, gosh people I'm able to do things on my own and you all the time asking can I help, can I do this for you, what do you need is starting to get on my last nerves. Every variation of the word gimpy is starting to get old too, just because I'm not moving at the normal speed I do and can't do all things I use to doesn't not mean I'm totally broken and out of commission. I just want to be treated like a regular human being right now and if I need your help I'll let you know but as of right now I'm capable of doing a lot of things. Man and what makes things worse and really puts me down in the gutters is when I look up information about my condition (because I was told to do so) and just put into perspective how bad things are right now and how they could get worse and that maybe if my physical therapy doesn't go right I'm going to have to get surgery perhaps, I just pray that things work out fine and that things aren't as bad as I think they are. I'm trying to keep my spirits up high and when I do have my nice little crying spurts that I don't have them in front of others because I don't want to seem any weaker then I already am. Bottom line I hate my knee and going into depression is not a state of being I want to be in.