Yay. Thursday.

After dragging myself around for 12 hours and doing everything I think needed to be done, I am declaring that I have never, never, never gotten the hang of Thursdays.

My knee was STILL as bad as yesterday, so I decided what the hey. Start out the day on painkillers and see how it goes. If the leg still hurts at 10 when I get done with work, go with the knee brace.

So I did. And I had to. Despite the fact that I HATE that knee brace and only wear it under certain circumstances like today. I hate it because it rides up on my calf with all the wrinkly stuff in the back of it, it poufs my kneecap up so all the whatever-the-hell's-the-matter-with-it-NOW is all pushed up in one place, and it pulls all the time.

It didn't help my limp much, but it's supposed to give the knee a little rest so that I can make it through the day without throwing it all in the trash and saying forget it. Which I nearly did anyway.

I'm going to lay around this weekend and do as little as possible. If I can't get the pain to quit by Monday I'm calling Student Health Services and asking them if I should haul the crutches out of the closet. I'll call my mother too, while I'm at it. I'm not going on crutches unless EVERYONE else tells me to UNEQUIVOCALLY. Because I hate the crutches even more than the brace. Mostly because it makes me ENTIRELY visible instead of with just a limp. And it chafes my armpits. And I pull muscles, and my hands already hurt. And...and...there are a bazillion other reasons. I'm overusing my 'and' limit for the day here.

I won't surrender to the curse sticks without a fight (hear me swinging my 'hands don't go there anymore' fists?) It takes me half an hour longer to get anywhere thanks to those horrid things. Let's just hope my knee improves with extended bed rest this weekend.

Or I'm sending up to God for a new body. This one's not working out so well.

Cheerio,
Bec