Oh my GAWD. What a fucking horrible day. I cannot walk on my knee tonight. After this first full week of school, I am in excruciating pain every time I take a step. Shooting pain up AND down my leg. After work I drove to Petaluma and walked right into the physical therapy office at Kaiser and demanded to know just when the fuck I was going to begin treatment. I left with an appointment with the doctor tomorrow morning at 9:30. I hate to take the time off work so early in the year, but I've just realized as my days get fuller and fuller, that no one else is going to take care of me. No one...I mean absolutely no one...really seems to understand how much pain I am in. And you know what? I no longer care. I don't know what I'm going to do financially, but if I need to take time off to further heal, then I'm going to do that. I'm not going to limp the rest of my life because I didn't pay attention to my healing. Enough of putting everyone else, and what they think of me, first.
But why did I call this post "Bedlam and Broomsticks", then go off on a tangent? Probably because I needed to poor baby myself a little. I called it Bedlam and Broomsticks, because the dogs absolutely tore the house apart today. Dog toy stuffing EVERYWHERE! And pee. And nearly everything within their reach strewn about. So I gave them each a bone when I got home (while I was trying to clean up the mess), because I felt so guilty for leaving them alone for so many hours. Harry, the little shit, is so feisty and he STEALS. He's a thief. So there I am, chasing around after the two of them, trying to break up their fights over the bones, with my broom. Thank goodness Camille is at her dad's tonight.
I'd take a photo, just for the hell of it, but I don't want to use the energy to find the camera, shoot the shot, and then upload and download it. Trust me. This is not a pretty sight.
And to top it all off? I overlooked my water bill and got a threatening notice. Then I just ate a whole pint of green tea gelato BEFORE I looked at the nutritional information. Seventeen friggin grams of fat per serving. I ate...four servings, seems like. You don't know how much I am wishing I was bulimic right about now, but I can't stand to barf. I'd walk it off, but I can't walk. And now we've come full circle with this posting...so I'll say good night.