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My Life Thus Far
2008-08-20 05:27:47 (UTC)

R.I.C.E Sucks

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I'm very frustrated with my husband. The feeling will
pass, but it's all-consuming at the moment. Give me a
minute... Okay I'm better. I just wrote out my entire
entry for the day. All done. Ready to submit, but somehow
he pushed a button on the keyboard (trying to rush me) and
deleted the whole damn entry. I've been writing in this
diary every night for over 3 years, yet every night he
rushes me through it like I've got something better to be
doing. I can't go to bed until Keenan eats his last meal,
so why can't I write in my diary? Like watching tv is a
more worthy pastime. So, here I go. Rewriting what I just
finished writing in a more abridged version because I'm
pissed off and hate repeating myself...

I suppose I'm having a slightly better day than I had
yesterday. It's hard to say. Today was just different than
yesterday. Different isn't necessarily better. It's just
different. I'm still missing Annie. I'm still feeling like
there's something missing in my life (and I'm sure I'll
feel that way until she comes home). I apologize to those
who are sick of me saying I miss her, but it's how I feel.
Jason is tired of hearing it, so the three people that
read this probably are, too. Sorry.

I mentioned last night that my knee has been bothering me.
Jason came home from work early so I could go in and have
it looked at. Turns out I tore the left gastrocnemius. In
layman's terms, I tore my calf muscle. I like big words,
though so gastrocnemius sounds way cooler. My knee is
fine. I tore the little tendon at the back of the knee (in
the knee pit), which is where the swelling came from and
what's causing the knee pain. Thankfully all the bones and
cartilage are in good shape. Which means it'll be two
weeks of healing instead of two months. I refuse to sit
still any longer than that. Unfortunately I had to call in
sick. I hate calling out from work, but I didn't think
standing for 5 hours would be such a great thing to do.
I'm doing the R.I.C.E treatment (rest, ice, compression,
and elevation) as much as I can stand. R.I.C.E sucks. I
hate not being able to move. Snookums however, is making
me. He's hovering over me again. Waiting for me to finish
writing (for the second time), so he can prop me back up
in bed.

Well, those were the major talking points for the day. I
left out a bunch of mush about how I'm missing Annie and
didn't get to write her because I was at the hospital, but
nobody cares anyway. So, there's nothing left to say. Ciao
for now.




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