Marv's Mind

Stop screaming at me!

Well, no more casts. Doc is concerned about my range of motion. After only 3 weeks my muscles have some serious atrophy so the Doc hooked me up with slings. He wants me to practice extending and contracting my arms to slowly gain back my range of motion.

I've tried moving them but the muscles scream and basically refuse to cooperate. Bastards! I am a stubborn woman and will not allow these arms to have the upper hand. When they scream...I scream back. I say "Don't you fucking dare talk to me in that tone of voice!" They don't listen but my screaming is a great release of frustration. I didn't sleep for shit last night and poor Zoo was wakened by my frustration release sessions.

When my casts were removed...I became a huffer. I demanded to smell them. Not just one, both. I'm a bit off my rocker and sniff a lot of nasty things but I had to know. They weren't as bad as I thought they would be, I smelled each one twice.

Now I gotta go rest these screaming demons. The physical therapist will call today and I ain't answering. Fuck her, she can call tomorrow.

-Marv-