So apparently, I panic and get overly stressed and angry and lean towards crying when things get fucked up.
Like today.
We missed my appointment. It was at another office in Wake fucking Forest. And they didn't tell us that. So my MRI is Friday now. Don't ask me any questions, I don't want to freaking talk about it. Once again, MRI is Friday, and I won't post anything about it until Monday because I still won't know until then.
In other news, I move faster on crutches when I'm panicked and pissed.
The chronicle of my ACL tear of 6/4/08: the story, the surgery, the therapy, the progress and everything in between.
Hey all, Lisa here. This is a blog about my ACL tear that happened June 2008 from bailing off a runaway horse. Basically, it's here for my family and friends to keep tabs on my situation. But I'm also doing it for those who are in the elite cyber family of ACL tears--the first thing I did was research all about it and try to find personal accounts of surgery, physical therapy, and overall information. So everyone else, these posts are etched in internet stone for you!
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