sprained my ankle again. just got done with more quality time in the ER. it was a very frusterating experience that i intend on writing about later, but for now, lemme just talkabout the JOKE that is the emergency room.

so i get there, and i'm like...hey, i can't be sitting for more than a few minutes at a time because i just had back surgery. i can stand for a short period before my nerve pain gets too bad, but with this ankle thing it'll be hard. so they say sorry and hand me a bag of ice. so my mom asks, about 20 minutes later if we can get a pillow or two since theyve made it clear no beds will be available for a while. chairs in the waiting room are set up in sets of two, and we figure if ican lay down and put my knees up over the armrests, witha pillow underneath, i'll be ok. because i'd sat way too much at that point and standing was beyond painful. they say no.

so my mom's friend brings a bunch of pillows in.

it was so ridiculous. they said the only way i could get a bed was if i called an ambulance. i mean...ok, i realize they may not have had an open bed, but...gr....it was just frusterating.

i bet they liked it even more when i stopped crying and started laughing deleriously not to mention loudly.

3 sprains in 2 months.

but i am SO FUCKING GLAD it's not broken. i could not have worn a cast because the neurosurgeon needs to be able to check my reflexes and such.

i love laying in bed. it's fantastic.

fuckinfuckerofafuckinankle.

next time it's friday the fucking 13th would someone please remind me not to move?

this sprain hurts faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar worse than the previous ones. my poor ankle.

yay. more medical bills.

i can't remember the last time i got less than 2 in the mail. and guess what. they're all due NOW.

ok. i'm done.