Friday, March 2, 2012

Remember this?  Well I went to the ortho guy today (same one that sewed up M's fingers when he ran them through the table saw) because even with the little support thing they gave me, it's getting worse.  We're talking like the lump in my calf is the size of a tennis ball and I can't walk more than 2 blocks worse.

:(

He put me in one of these


Apparently I have a partial tear of the Achilles tendon.  Now how the hell am I supposed to walk around all day, knocking on people's doors in this?  M is already starting the "Put It Back On" mantra.  Maybe if I just wear it at home, I can get away with not wearing it to work?

You're laughing at me again aren't you

   gives them a squinty look...

Monday, February 27, 2012

ISTJ


  • distinctively expressed introvert
  • moderately expressed sensing personality
  • slightly expressed thinking personality
  • slightly expressed judging personality
Do you know how hard it is to take one of those personality tests and answer how I feel and not how M wants?

Sunday, February 26, 2012

Fear

M and I were talking last night and I told him that he finally had identified why I get all bucky before events.  It's fear.  You see somewhere along the way, for whatever mother-spawned reason, I learned to be afraid of things like hotels with people I was supposed to be getting along with.  I avoided them for years as an adult but now that we're going to more and more events, I've been getting more and more anxious, to the point of making myself sick before them.  I always seem to have an injury or an illness before as well as just being plain ol bitchy about them.  I can list why I don't like them but honestly this last one was just the worst.  I couldn't even sleep in the hotel bed.  I slept propped up on the couch and hid in my room during the day.  When he forced me out I had the most horrendous fake smile and was constantly outside smoking.  I think in all honesty I enjoy the company of 90% of the people at the events we go to, so what is there to be afraid of?

I'm such a retard...