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it's been a strange week or so. i'm coming to terms with the whole double knee replacement thing. i am so very nervous about the prospect. i know 80 year old wimmin have these surgeries every day, but fuck, i am 31 and shitscared. last night when my right knee went out, i kind of came to this point, a moment to remember.
from now until the day i have new, healed knees, i will be on crutches.
i think i am slowly making my peace with that. today was spent half in a wheelchair, half on crutches. i prefer the crutches, definately. you can get further by yourself. i am nervous about the way it will feel when i have something man made plastered and screwed into my thighbones. and i am nervous about how it will feel when they eventually wear out. they last 15 years if you are lucky, i hear.
oh my goodness. life is actually really happening to me. it's mental (system survivor).
i am so happy i found ouch.
from now until the day i have new, healed knees, i will be on crutches.
i think i am slowly making my peace with that. today was spent half in a wheelchair, half on crutches. i prefer the crutches, definately. you can get further by yourself. i am nervous about the way it will feel when i have something man made plastered and screwed into my thighbones. and i am nervous about how it will feel when they eventually wear out. they last 15 years if you are lucky, i hear.
oh my goodness. life is actually really happening to me. it's mental (system survivor).
i am so happy i found ouch.
