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Bad Day
12 years ago
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So earlier today just after 1p I popped my right knee out while trying to take off my shoe. I've had my knee pop out and back in so many times that I'm pretty used to know what to do by getting ice on it but this time it hurt like hell enough to make me cry (since I haven't had it pop out in a long while). So I'm sitting there on my little couch bawling my eyes out and my dad (who is SUCH an asshole) starts bitching at me for popping my knee out! Seriously!? I mean, I already have hyperextended joints (which means sloppy joints and more prone to injury---something I learned in massage therapy class and also had my teacher use me as a good example (in a good way, not teasingly)).
Top it off, Memorial Day I twisted my left ankle and it's STILL bruised, puffy, and hurts somewhat (especially if you press certain areas, then it feels as if someone's taking needles and stabbing me with them in that spot). So obviously it's not healing right.
And double top that off, in just under an hour, I had to be up to get an MRI for my lower back to see what's been going on and why I will get wobbly legged to the point I can't stand on my own two legs when my lower back there is tight (I've never had an MRI before and it's in a small space and I'm claustrophobic--but it wasn't as bad as I thought at least--except the not moving while on my back for half an hour that is nearly impossible for me to do without getting stiff and sore).
Yelling at me was not a cool thing to do. All I can say is that I really, REALLY want out of this house and away from my asshat of a father really soon. I can't stand him! I'm so glad my mother doesn't do that to me. Without her here, I think I'd lose my mind.
Top it off, Memorial Day I twisted my left ankle and it's STILL bruised, puffy, and hurts somewhat (especially if you press certain areas, then it feels as if someone's taking needles and stabbing me with them in that spot). So obviously it's not healing right.
And double top that off, in just under an hour, I had to be up to get an MRI for my lower back to see what's been going on and why I will get wobbly legged to the point I can't stand on my own two legs when my lower back there is tight (I've never had an MRI before and it's in a small space and I'm claustrophobic--but it wasn't as bad as I thought at least--except the not moving while on my back for half an hour that is nearly impossible for me to do without getting stiff and sore).
Yelling at me was not a cool thing to do. All I can say is that I really, REALLY want out of this house and away from my asshat of a father really soon. I can't stand him! I'm so glad my mother doesn't do that to me. Without her here, I think I'd lose my mind.
