My Knee Can Suck It. Hard. And Long.

My right knee is clearly a Nazi. It decided it was going to make a little pocket of fluid, then burst open, and then make it to where I can't swim until it heals. FUCKER. Even my other wounds are like "Hey asshole, DICK MOVE."

Speaking of the other wounds, the big angry blister has healed over and is gone. My 4 year old wound is so small, it looks like a teeny, tiny sliver of an incision. If it wasn't for my knee, I could have been in the pool by Friday. "Knees, the assholes of the legs." -Me

With the knee opening up, they decided to wrap a little higher. I can't lift that leg on my own, so they had to lift it for me. And they had to lift it even higher today, which killed my hip. It hurt so bad, but I didn't want to complain. Who wants to lift a big, fat girls leg anyways?

My left leg was up a little today. So now I have to wear a foam pack under the gosh damn "support hose." A.K.A Ugly old lady stockings that constantly fall down and are a bitch to put on. But hey! They are toeless and flipflop friendly, so I can't complain too much.


This is my left ankle. I don't think I've ever shown anyone. It hurts all the time and is really ugly. Stupid, ugly scars.

No appointment tomorrow... so far. They said they would call me if they had an opening. So. Tired.