Luuuurve Test

( Too Much Fun )

I could write more, but I'm tired and I have my first physical therapy appointment today.

Grouchy

I had my first physical therapy appointment today. Dear god, was it awful! I thought they were going to do ultrasound therapy, but noooo. Evidently, they're doing dislocate and torture Samantha's knee therapy. The therapist literally pulled my knee until there was separation, hoping my plica would go back. It did not. All it did was hurt like fuck. So, after pulling, prodding, and pressing, he decides to ice. The ice pack weighed about 5lbs. He put a bolster under my ankle, leaving my knee suspended in the air, and plops the ice pack on top of my knee, pushing it out of joint. I bitched, until he readjusted the ice pack. It was also way to cold. I am not a happy little kitten.

Since then, I've taken two oxycodone because it still hurt like fuck after the first. It actually is still hurting now, just not as bad. I don't dare take anymore until bedtime.

I am not going to do this till March. I'm starting to think that surgery might not be a bad idea. It would hurt less in the long run.

The only good idea the therapist had was that I should call the registry and get a temporary handicapped plate. I'm going to do that tomorrow. It would make school a hell of a lot easier. I have to call tomorrow and make some additional arrangements for walking.

Bad, I'm going to go and eat more demon clementines. So tasty...

Cute Hair

Now that I've bitched about how sucky my PT appointment was, I'm going to post about how much I love my haircut.

My hair cut is amazing because:

• I don't have to braid it before bed to prevent mats one would need a curry comb to get rid of.
  
• I can use a normal sized amount of conditioner.
  
• I don't have to brush knots out on the shower anymore.
  
• I can use way less product.
  
• I can wear cute barrettes and butterfly clips!

That's really all. I'm going to lay down.