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~FUCK! WHY ME????~ Friday, Aug. 20, 2004 - 11:30 AM Well, I'm a genius. I blew my knee out last night. And I mean completely. It's fucked. I was walking with Satan to the mall, tripped on uneven sidewalk, tried to step forward to catch myself, my knee bent back the wrong way, there was a crunch, then it snapped out, I went down, and rolled into the street. Satan exploded into tears, ppl stopped their cars to check on me as my hips and legs were on the sidewalk, but my upper body was in the street. Then just by chance, the Rescue truck from the firehall next to my apt complex was driving by, and they stopped. To make a long story short, they stood me up, and my knee gave out again. It won't take any weight. So, all these firemen get all worried, and put satan and I into the truck, and drive us home. Geez, escorted home in a fire truck....who'da thought? So ya, getting up the 3 flights of stairs to my apt was a fucking bitch.....not a bitch, a FUCKING bitch. I almost didn't make it. Then of course I had to walk to my apt from the stairwell. Satan put my cane at the top of the stairs, went and opened the apt for me, and then went out to play. I managed to bounce off of the wall all the way to my apt, and got in. I kicked off one shoe, and tried the other, but couldn't balamce on my knee to do it. That was the final straw. I fell apart. I just lost it in tears, and hysterics. I called my mom crying, all I got out of her was attitude like she couldn't be bothered with me. That was nice I tell ya. Then I laid on my couch begging for Jay to come home. I was supposed to meet up with her, but arrived home when I was supposed to be at the mall. I was hoping she would clue in, and call home. 35 min later....she did. Jay came racing home, and managed to get my whiny, hysterical self up the stairs, and into bed with my knee on ice. And up here I am still. Hungry, thirsty, and all alone as Jay took Satan to his swimming lesson. So ya, I think I'll be online a bit today. Nothing else to do really. This sucks. I'll tell my adventures of trying to take a piss some other time. That is an event in itself. *sigh* IVY ~WTF?~ - Saturday, Mar. 25, 2017 |
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