I will not die an unlived life I will not live in fear of falling Or of catching fire I choose to inhabit my days To allow my living to open me Making me less afraid More accessible To loosen my heart So that it becomes a wing, a torch, a promise I choose to risk my significance. To live so that that which comes to me as seed Goes to the next as blossom And that which comes to me as blossom Goes on as fruit. --Donna Markova

Thursday, October 09, 2003

Shit, shit, shit!

Yeah, so, doctors lie. The ER doctor made is sound like my ankle was no big deal, but it'll just take a long time to heal...nothing that could matter in the future. Well my dad, physical therapist that he is, didn't bother to contradict him until we took my split off yesterday night and I saw how f***ed up my ankle, and my entire foot, looks. It's still hugely swollen and all black and yellow and blue. I tore all the ligaments around my ankle and ligaments don't grow back, they just get scar tissue around them and they're really likely to give you problems in the future. That sucks. My dad says it would have been better if I had broken it because that would heal faster and the bone would at least fuse back together. Now I'm pretty depressed because I'm a little scared...I really don't want to have to worry about walking or running or kickboxing w/ a screwed up foot. I'm going stirr crazy w/o being able to move hardly at all. I HATE THIS!!!!!

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