so thought id write a little bloggy while waiting for the section 8 people to get here. they prob wont come till like 4 groannnn but i have tons of laundry to hang up and do and mom was just here bringing me lunch!

so anyway, the saturday before memorial day i was sitting indian style on my sisters bean bag in the corner of her bedroom. we were supposed to be folding and hanging up the millions of clothes pilled on her floor she brought home from college. i went to stand up, the wrong way, i tried to stand up from sitting in indian style instead of rolling onto my knees to stand up like i usually do anyway i heard a loud POP and i couldnt walk i doubled over with pain, i went to take another step and POP again and i fell onto malisas bed bawling. mom said "shake it off youll be fine" i told mom i wanted to go to ER because it wasnt feeling any better. dad said to drive myself up there... umm ok no. so mom and i went up i tokk malisas short little crutches. i went in the the ambulance doors which was a good choice cause i fell in the second door and they got a wheel chair immediatly and wheeled me to a bed and asked me what was wrong. i listed all my meds. they took xrays. doc said i sublexed my knee cap, meaning it moved over and back. he said if it didnt feel better in a week to go to dr fugate. fuck that mom thought were not waiting a week if shes in pain! so he gave me some pain pills (that really dont work) and i went home with my own big crutches. i still cannot get down the crutches walking i cant do it i still put weight on my foot and i know im not supposed to but i do cause i cant hop its a workout in itself its so hard and i get off balance and fall backwards augh its so tough!

so fast forward thru all the pain i went thru that week on our memorial day party and everything that weekend was awful i just laid in the chair wiht my leg propped up with ice on it for days i slept at moms for this time for like 5 days. bet the twins loved that.

so on the next saturday i went for an MRI man did that hurt! made me keep my knee straight it hurt soo bad i almost cried. katie was there, shes my little cousin. not so little anymore tho shes like in college! but still, little to me. anywayyyyys on monday june 1st i went to see dr fugate for the 2nd time (oh the week before he examemend my knee said he thought it was a torn meniscus) so i go to him on monday fucked up on my sleeping pills cause i didnt sleep AT ALL the ntie before cause i was in so much pain and was so nervous for the appt so i was like sleeping in the car when mom got there. so dr fugate comes in and says yes its a torn meniscus the bad kind where there is a hole that needs stitched up recovery time is 2-3 months! i nearly fainted so i layed down on the bed thingy.

so recap, torn meniscus on the outside of my knee i got this HUGE brace from my girl place to my ankle it SUCKS cause im gonna have to sleep in it and i have no idea how thats going to happen cause the metal things on the outside of my knee are really ouchy to my other knee this isnt gonna be fun at all. im gonna lose all of my sweet summer time working out and laying by the pool to be cooped up in the house with a fucking knee brace on this SUCKS!!

so anyway im scared of the needle theyre gonna put in my arm. because they can never find a vein. yesterday i went to get my blood taken and the girl said she was good but she fucking poked me 4 times and had to get another girl to get me it fucking sucked i have two huge bruses on my hand because of it. so, all in all im scared to death for thursday. and of the recovery im scared of it. and no driving which will suck and prob no pottery either im soo pissed at myself augh. mom says accidents happen and that just makes me cry this is the worst accident ive ever done to myself.

anyway i think im gonna go watch adam lambert on itunes maybe he'll cheer me up. gotta fold that laundry too. bartys in his cage napping. i trip over him too much. ill write again after surgery if my dad lets me have the computer in the living room! laterrr...