Does anyone here love me at all?
Sep. 29th, 2008 09:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
If you do, could you please just kill me? Be my best best friend and kill me.
My knee has hurt so bad for so long and I am soooooo tired of it.
And tonight, when I was coming upstairs with my arms full of stuff, I caught my toe on the top step and fell forward with my full (prodigious) weight on my OTHER knee, which is now aching.
I want to saw them both off and just get a couple of peg legs.
What the hell? I'll be a pirate.
I know where I can get a parrot.
Pride goes before a fall--just before I fell, I was so proud of myself for having bought groceries on my way home from school and putting them away...and also for sweeping and scrubbing my kitchen floor because the cat had peed all over the floor next to the litterbox and on the piddle pads I put down to prevent it from getting all over everything. My whole downstairs reeked of cat pee.
I was so exhausted. The last thing I wanted to do was scrub up cat pee--but I did. And I felt proud of the accomplishment as I went up the stairs....and I fell and whacked my damned knee.
Murphy's law? Or divine retribution for pridefulness?
My life just sucks sometimes....
Yet somehow I keep on living anyhow.
I must be really really stupid.
My knee has hurt so bad for so long and I am soooooo tired of it.
And tonight, when I was coming upstairs with my arms full of stuff, I caught my toe on the top step and fell forward with my full (prodigious) weight on my OTHER knee, which is now aching.
I want to saw them both off and just get a couple of peg legs.
What the hell? I'll be a pirate.
I know where I can get a parrot.
Pride goes before a fall--just before I fell, I was so proud of myself for having bought groceries on my way home from school and putting them away...and also for sweeping and scrubbing my kitchen floor because the cat had peed all over the floor next to the litterbox and on the piddle pads I put down to prevent it from getting all over everything. My whole downstairs reeked of cat pee.
I was so exhausted. The last thing I wanted to do was scrub up cat pee--but I did. And I felt proud of the accomplishment as I went up the stairs....and I fell and whacked my damned knee.
Murphy's law? Or divine retribution for pridefulness?
My life just sucks sometimes....
Yet somehow I keep on living anyhow.
I must be really really stupid.
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Date: 2008-09-30 04:03 am (UTC)Methinks the Pirate Queen should see a doctor (either an orthopedist or one trained in sports medicine) and find out what's really wrong with that knee. Sounds like ligament or cartilage damage to me.
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Date: 2008-09-30 04:38 am (UTC)And for the record: YOU ARE NOT REALLY STUPID, YOU ARE NOT STUPID AT ALL!
So, just remember that.
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Date: 2008-09-30 07:15 am (UTC)--PolarisDiB
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Date: 2008-09-30 01:22 pm (UTC)I love you.
Date: 2008-09-30 11:07 pm (UTC)I will, however, chop your legs off at the knee. I'll even use a rusty saw if you insist. You may or may not wish to imbibe a few bottles of whatever prior.
Will that do?
Go see the Doctor. If he starts to talk about knee replacement, don't freak. Listen to what he has to say. Then ask him how long you can put it off with cortisone and drugs.
Re: I love you.
Date: 2008-10-01 12:01 am (UTC)Or therapy.
Or cortison.
Or SOMETHING.