It’s day 15 of being gimped up and
its getting the better of me. I can't workout, clean my apartment, clean my car
(I know I haven’t cleaned my car in like a year, but I would like to have the option).
Why is this happening right smack dab in the middle of summer? Why can't it 30
below in the middle of the worst winter in 30 years? I stay at my desk during
lunch with no windows, I am in a wheel chair at work, it’s better than the
crutches. The most excitement I had yesterday was sailing down the handicap
ramp at 50 MPH in the warehouse. If I don't stay off of it, it will never heal
and it’s really hard to stay off of it when you have to walk on a daily basis.
Oh and pretty sure the Big Tall Oak
was not feelin me. New lesson learned, don't go on a date when you're in funk.
I was not myself and that sucks.
I told Hank how I am feeling and I think I am gonna let him
take me to see the movie ''Ted" tonight to cheer me up. He has already
seen it but has offered to take me anyway. He said he can't have his fun and
funny basybeautiful in a funk. He is the sweetest.
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