Posts Categorized: Humor

When You’re Locked Out of Your Apartment…

You know how they say the road to hell is paved with good intentions? I don’t feel I’m headed for hell, necessarily, but maybe some sort of weird purgatory that resembles the situations I put myself in. Today, I got home from work, and went to throw out the garbage. That’s it. That’s all I wanted to do. And I took off my purse, but left my phone in my pocket so that I could still listen to music as I was throwing out the garbage. And as I was leaving, I thought, “Should I unlock this door?” And then… I’m not done yet.

When Your Doctor Rejects You.

So, I’m not gonna lie. I sorta feel like my last couple posts have been “bitch whine whine bitch” because that’s exactly what they’ve been. But I’m trying not to wallow too much. By now, the leg thing has become almost comical. But today, comical travelled to a new level. As I mentioned yesterday, I was supposed to have a followup appointment with the first vascular doctor I saw. He was the one who sent me to the orthopedist, thinking I had compartment syndrome. The orthopedist didn’t think I had compartment syndrome, and sent me back to vascular. However, the… I’m not done yet.

“Weekend” Update.

Something very strange has occurred within the past two days; namely, that I had two days off in a row, and therefore got to experience what I very rarely experience: a weekend. Monday was spent alternating between my couch and more couch, but I did make the trip to the vascular peeps to do more testing on my leg. They wanted to do a DVT ultrasound (to see if there was a blood clot), and to check the popliteal artery (to check – one more time – if it was compartment syndrome). I attempted to explain that I thought it… I’m not done yet.

Why do I do these things?!

The sickness that has been plaguing me since late Tuesday still has not subsided. Every once in a while I can talk without my voice breaking and I’m like, “Oh, that’s what I used to sound like.” And I don’t know why this is, but I feel like when you get sick you repeatedly do the things that hurt the most: blow your nose, even though it’s red and sore. Clear your throat. Swallow. Cough. And it all hurts. And you just. Keep. Doing. Them. In short, being sick totally blows. In the meantime, I’ve been spending my after-work hours… I’m not done yet.

Sick: Day 2.

Could be summed up as: WAAAAAAA! I’m hot then I’m cold and I’m nowhere near Katy Perry! Have been spending my time watching food documentaries on Netflix. Have also been spending my time continuing to eat like shit. Sick= major excuse for comfort. Off to Nyquil and sleep ( I hope).