norbork (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} norbork) wrote,@ 2008-03-26 08:28:00 |
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very very pissed off
This week in blog:
I have to go to physiotherapy three times a week for the next four weeks before I can even begin to CONSIDER biking, running, swimming, or even going to gym class. I still don't have an MRI, so I have no idea what's going on. It's been two months, and the physiotherapist I went to says he's about ninety percent sure that I've torn two ligaments - one on each knee - and have a hairline fracture in one patella. Track and field starts next week. I promised I'd join this year. I'm no sprinter - I've got one gear and I stick with it - but the siren call of the 3000m steeplechase is tough to avoid. I mean, a pool of water and little 30cm-high hurdles? That is called an easy cross-country course.
The worst part is that I have no idea if this guy's a quack or not. I've been to a lot of quack doctors in all fields of medicine, and this is why it's so frustrating. I have to go three times a week to get my knees ultrasounded and electrocuted and prodded and who the fuck knows if it's going to do any good? Have any of you ever been to physio? What was it like? Did it help? Who do I talk to about this? My parents have no idea and basically just want me to quit complaining already because it's just a ligament, it's not like it's a broken bone pushing out through my skin and piercing a major artery or anything.
Yeah.
Other stuff to come later, I guess. I don't want this to be the teenage angst blog, but really, everything just kind of sucks right now. I mean, there's been some good stuff in the past while - DJ's play and joining a D&D group (I'm playing a monk), namely - but otherwise the last couple of weeks have been crap. Not just because of the knees, either. The physio appointment last night was really just a kick in the teeth.
I want to apply egregious amounts of violence on things right now.
I should be going to school, but I've lost my metropass, I have no money, and I can't bike. Maybe I should just walk eight kilometers. Oh, right. I'm not allowed to do that either.
This week in blog:
I have to go to physiotherapy three times a week for the next four weeks before I can even begin to CONSIDER biking, running, swimming, or even going to gym class. I still don't have an MRI, so I have no idea what's going on. It's been two months, and the physiotherapist I went to says he's about ninety percent sure that I've torn two ligaments - one on each knee - and have a hairline fracture in one patella. Track and field starts next week. I promised I'd join this year. I'm no sprinter - I've got one gear and I stick with it - but the siren call of the 3000m steeplechase is tough to avoid. I mean, a pool of water and little 30cm-high hurdles? That is called an easy cross-country course.
The worst part is that I have no idea if this guy's a quack or not. I've been to a lot of quack doctors in all fields of medicine, and this is why it's so frustrating. I have to go three times a week to get my knees ultrasounded and electrocuted and prodded and who the fuck knows if it's going to do any good? Have any of you ever been to physio? What was it like? Did it help? Who do I talk to about this? My parents have no idea and basically just want me to quit complaining already because it's just a ligament, it's not like it's a broken bone pushing out through my skin and piercing a major artery or anything.
Yeah.
Other stuff to come later, I guess. I don't want this to be the teenage angst blog, but really, everything just kind of sucks right now. I mean, there's been some good stuff in the past while - DJ's play and joining a D&D group (I'm playing a monk), namely - but otherwise the last couple of weeks have been crap. Not just because of the knees, either. The physio appointment last night was really just a kick in the teeth.
I want to apply egregious amounts of violence on things right now.
I should be going to school, but I've lost my metropass, I have no money, and I can't bike. Maybe I should just walk eight kilometers. Oh, right. I'm not allowed to do that either.
