meh
I just realized how I never use livejournal any more.
No one reads this. I don't get comments. No one gives a shit.
But, I don't give a shit, so that's okay.
There are probably a dozen people I'd like to keep track of.
The rest are being deleted.
It's no offense to you, we just never talk and, well, we never leave eachother comments anyway, so it shouldn't hurt your feelings too much.
And, that's about it.
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I've really been trying to ignore the fact that I probably fucked myself over for life.
A few weeks ago, maybe a month ago or so, I was walking across the bridge in Gladstone when my sandles, which I wasn't used to wearing, caught on a lip and I fell straight on my knee. It hurt like a bitch, but I figured it was just bruised and I would be fine when the swelling went down.
Well, the swelling went down a few days ago and...I'm fucked. My knee cap is rotated and it still hurts to walk. Mostly in the morning. It's all stiff and it hurts deep in the joint. Not something painful enough to make me limp, but enough to make me notice it with almost every step.
Fuuuck. I know if I go to a doctor they'll just tell me to leave it and hope it fixes it's self, or get surgery, so it's almost pointless to go to the doctor. But I want to...because...it's a doctor, ya know?
And I had my grandmother look at it, because she was a nurse for years, and she said it looks like I ruptured the fluid pack under the kneecap? Or something like that. Something she said was serious and I should get it looked out asap.
Ugh. I don't know what to do.
No one reads this. I don't get comments. No one gives a shit.
But, I don't give a shit, so that's okay.
There are probably a dozen people I'd like to keep track of.
The rest are being deleted.
It's no offense to you, we just never talk and, well, we never leave eachother comments anyway, so it shouldn't hurt your feelings too much.
And, that's about it.
===============================================================
I've really been trying to ignore the fact that I probably fucked myself over for life.
A few weeks ago, maybe a month ago or so, I was walking across the bridge in Gladstone when my sandles, which I wasn't used to wearing, caught on a lip and I fell straight on my knee. It hurt like a bitch, but I figured it was just bruised and I would be fine when the swelling went down.
Well, the swelling went down a few days ago and...I'm fucked. My knee cap is rotated and it still hurts to walk. Mostly in the morning. It's all stiff and it hurts deep in the joint. Not something painful enough to make me limp, but enough to make me notice it with almost every step.
Fuuuck. I know if I go to a doctor they'll just tell me to leave it and hope it fixes it's self, or get surgery, so it's almost pointless to go to the doctor. But I want to...because...it's a doctor, ya know?
And I had my grandmother look at it, because she was a nurse for years, and she said it looks like I ruptured the fluid pack under the kneecap? Or something like that. Something she said was serious and I should get it looked out asap.
Ugh. I don't know what to do.