wordinista | Never too early for a countdown

T minus 17 days and counting until surgery.

I feel like a pretty huge wimp complaining about this stuff, especially when folks on my f-list have had far, far worse health problems, and deal with far worse pain than this. And I really think the thing that aggravates me worse than the pain and stiffness is the fact that I really, really hate having to ask for help with things. I absolutely hate it. Hate being dependent on other people. So. Much.

And I hate not being able to hold a goddamn PEN! The car needed an oil change, and I was sitting in the waiting room, reading and trying to take notes for my IGA paper, and my handwriting is by this point damned near illegible and I was so goddamn frustrated I just wanted to take my pen and stab someone with it. Except I'd have to do it left-handed, and then I'm pretty sure my aim would be off.

Ice doesn't make it feel better, heat doesn't make it feel better, and Advil, Tylenol, and aspirin barely make a dent anymore.

Whining doesn't make it feel better either, but it's either that or tequila.

Kidding, I'm kidding. Mostly.

Never too early for a countdown

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