Who Do I Think I Am??

This one's about lots of pain.

What's goin' on y'all? I've been meaning to stop in for awhile, but I've been a little busy. I'll keep this short since I'm on Blackberry Central with wi-fi that likes to drop out often.

Friday night I managed to break and dislocate the shit outta my left ankle. It was dark out, I jumped and landed in a grassy rut the wrong way, and now I've got an enormous cast on my leg...toes to just below the knee. A few incisions and some screws, and I'll be fine in a few weeks.

I knew it wasn't right almost immediately. Of course I got up and tried to walk it off...and immediately crumpled back to the ground. I went to the ER, got xray'd up, medded up, and had surgery Sunday morning. I don't know if it was the impact, the cast, the swelling, or a combination of factors, but my left knee was swollen to almost twice its size. That went down thankfully, and I can almost bend my leg.

Apparently this is a long-term injury. I've heard 6-8 weeks. What sucks the most is I live in a 2nd-story room with no elevator; just 20 stairs. I barely made it up them, trying to crutch myself and my belongings up them from the hospital. I got lucky...someone was coming down the stairs as I was dropping everything on my way.

Anywho, if you don't hear from me for awhile, that's what's up. Take it from me, so you don't learn the hard way: cute hospital nurses do not spongebathe patients anymore. And that's not an easy thing to do in a gown with an IV in. And I'm sure there are less painful ways to acquire morphine.

I'll keep ya posted as best I can. Just be good and take care of each other. I'm gonna drop some painkillers and hit up a nap. Peace, and GOODNIGHT NOW!!