Today was day number 485 of staying in bed being a bed bum. Some people would think this is heaven, but honestly I hate it. I haven't even seen the kitchen or living room or even any part of the downstairs. I'm bored and want people around me.
About a half hour ago, I got my second dose of medicine, shot included. I freaked out a lot because that's what I do, and then cried after it was done because once again that's what I do. I think I hurt my dad's feeling which was not my intention at all. He has the very very very brave job of giving me the shot till whenever I don't have to take these bad boys anymore. I guess the shot really isn't a shot but instead an injection. It goes basically skin deep in my stomach. Yesterday I had to have two because they did not have the proper dosage at the hospital. Needless to say I looked like I had been bitten by a very large mouthed vampire. By the end of this, it may look like I have a drug problem but luckily it's my stomach, nobody sees that in the winter time.
My actual calf does not hurt anymore, but around my ankle is swore. I don't know what that deal is but it's a good thing that stuff could go on my calf without me crying out in pain. Moving it still hurts and I could basically only lay on my butt which really sucks. It's not a good thing when you really can't move at all when you sleep.
I really wish I could go back to my younger self and tell myself that using crutches is not fun at all. When I was little, I used to use Stacey's crutches for fun. Now that I have to use them to get around. It blows.
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