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[Jul. 11th, 2008|07:33 am] |
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Rant time.
My foot hurts. If that was my only problem, I'd be in heaven. My other leg is stiff and sore as hell from having to support all my weight, I'm still trying to learn how to properly walk on my crutches, and I almost fell down in the kitchen earlier because of a slick spot on the floor. Unfortunately, that last incident caused me to put weight on my bad foot at an extremely bad angle. Pain. Shooting pain. It didn't help that I was about two hours late in taking my hydrocodone, so I had no painkillers in me at the time. I'm lucky I made it back into the living room without collapsing.
I don't think I've ever used the phrase, "Lord, give me strength" before today. I've muttered it under my breath at least three times already this morning, in addition to praying every few feet just for the strength to finish what needed to be done (i.e. taking my pills and getting my breakfast) so I could rest again.
Good thing there's no one at home right now, or I'd be cursing them out for no reason. It doesn't help that a certain someone yesterday was trying to say that the pain he was experiencing from being on his feet all day was equal to or greater than my own. I don't care if it was or not, I don't need someone making me feel fucking guilty for being in pain. If he'd been here to say it to me just now, I probably wouldn't be speaking to him for a week. Well, either that or taking a swing at him with one of my crutches. That might be more satisfying.
It's rare for me to say that I hate my life. But, at this moment in time, I do. Very much. |
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