One of my friend’s is onto her fifth child.
I’m still waiting for one.
This ankle situation is really, really, really fucking with me.
Physio is sending me for a scan before I see the musculoskeletal specialist who will probably do an MRI and possible cortisol injections (!!!!). I’m waiting for both the hospital and the specialist to call re: appointments but apparently they’ll both be this week or next.
I also saw the doctor today and he is sending me for another xray, this time both ankle and foot, in preparation for specialist appointment. He gave me this week off work since I can hardly walk now that the ankle stuff has flared up my osgood-schlatter too (yay, another issue). After that two weeks of light duties which means no driving + no walking = no client visits. My supervisor is pissed. She wouldn’t even talk to me when I took her the doctor certificate. I had to take last friday off and only went in for a half day yesterday because of the pain. It’s worse now than the initial accident and I can’t take anything for the inflammation because of my IBS. The amount of work I’m missing is 10/10 stressing me out.
I’m exhausted and depressed and now I’ll be poor after a week off with no pay. And sore. Can’t forget sore.
My dad just yelled “I SWEAR I’LL CUT OFF WHAT’S LEFT OF YOUR DICK IF YOU FUCKING TOUCH MY COKE DON’T YOU DARE” and I came in the room like what the fuck and it was my dad holding up a shoe and my cat sitting by a glass of coca-cola with his paw almost touching inside of it and both of them didn’t even break eye contact with each other
I’ve been awake since 2am. The pain in my ankle spread to my shin so its impossible to get comfortable.
Not sleeping has been rather productive. I’ve planned my meals for the next two days and logged the macros. I browsed nzsale.com and found some possible resources for work. Caught up on some blogs, pinned some tutorials to my pinterest and worked out some more plot for my latest writing project.
I will probably fall asleep at my desk today or worse, cry because I am so.fucking.exhausted and sore and emotional. But at least I have steak to look forward to for lunch.