Knee-d This To Be Less Painful (Ha. See? I made a pun!)

Thoughts during Friday's math class:

I carry on. I persevere. I survive despite overwhelming, terrible, daunting odds.

I will survive. And all of that stuff.

Yes, people, here I sit in another math class. I could miss a day and not miss anything (hell, I could miss a whole month and not miss anything.)

I want to go play Oblivion! I'm in the Shivering Isles!

We're discussing bookies...well, he is. We just sit here, day after day for 50 minutes and nod appropriately at intervals.

And I am so bored, because now I can't bring my laptop to class. Too heavy for my knees to handle.

Now onto TODAY:

Yeah, my right knee is in cahoots with the rest of the body today, and has decided that it really needs to scream and yell and throw a hissy fit (if knees only could.)

I have the heating pad on the thing, hoping it will help ease the ache. I already had to haul my laundry downstairs on a cart.

I figure if I keep the heating pad on this damn thing long enough I will either A)die of electrical burns from having it on the highest settings or B) I will get some actual relief.

Or there's always C) Get me a really big machete.

As always when this knee goes down, I'll lighten up my backpack as much as possible, rest as often as I can, and try not to lift anything heavy or run up flights of stairs for the next little while. It'll clear up by Friday. If it doesn't, I'll get the conveyance guys to take me up to Student Health and have a look at the stupid thing. Again.

Of course, as I was typing that I remembered that I have a physical therapy appointment on Thursday, so all I have to do is bitch to him and he can help me with it.

I have to go get my laundry in the next twenty minutes so I'd better go down there and start preparing to move it to a cart, which I haul through the basement to the elevator, onto the elevator up to the third floor, down the hallway to my room, swing the desk chair as close as possible, pick up the laundry and move it to the chair and cart it across the room.

Life used to be easy, and then somewhere it took on a level of complication that would mess up a genius.

(good thing I'm even smarter than that. :) )

Ta,
Bec