Since I’m not really doing much or going anywhere these days, I’m going to throw random stuff at you! Whenever I read blogs, I always want to know more about the reader. Looking at pictures of good food isn’t the worst thing in the world, but I always love the more raw posts from people letting you into their real personality and such. It’s hard for me to put my own thoughts, likes, dislikes, etc. into words to display who I really am, but I will try my best!
Fact… I am a worry wart. I was never a worry wart growing up until all of this knee nonsense. Now, I ask myself constant questions and “future trip” like it’s my job. It gets frustrating because I never saw myself having anxiety problems until now.
Fact… I hate clams. Hate them. The thought of them makes me gag. I’ve tried so many times to eat them but it’s a no-go.
Fact… I did not have a boyfriend until after I graduated from high school; in fact, I only had one boyfriend my entire life. I had some college flings and months of dating someone but only one official boyfriend. I used to play hard to get and now I’m just socially awkward. Ooops.
Fact… While we’re on the topic of man-friends. My Facebook greeted me the other day with my most recent shin-dig having a new girlfriend. Thanks Facebook! Just what I needed to see! However, not only does this girl have the same name as I do, but the same college major, career, and looks. Creepy, just creepy.
Fact… I left the house yesterday for the first time in 10 days to go to a doctor’s appointment. 10 days. I’m a hermit and it’s gorgeous outside.
Fact… My surgeon tried to extract fluid through three different places of my knee but could not get anything out. It’s all soft tissue swelling… Great.
Fact… I have been eating more than I have in a long time but I can’t help feeling blah. I’m sitting around all the time and it just makes me feel like a blob. As soon as I get to the point I don’t want to eat, I visualize my knee healing from whatever I put into my mouth.
Fact… Elmo has major separation anxiety. I’m talking major anxiety. This is my fault but I feel so bad for him.
Fact… The past 7 days I got 2-3 hours of sleep per night. I have no idea how I am awake and functioning but the pain is taking over. It’s bad. The worst of the six surgeries… By far.
So, this might be a slightly boring post but sometimes I like posts like this more than others. There are no pictures which I wish I had for you, but considering I shower every other day it’s just not my best time. Ha!
I hope everyone has a good weekend!