Scaaaaab
Friday, April 21, 2006
It's just my luck that my wounds are on my knee and ankle. I have no broken bones, but it feels like I do because the booboos are in such strategic places. It
seems like my ankle's twisted. It
seems like my kneecap's bashed in. It
seems like my leg's about to fall off.
All seeming aside, my knee wound is being particularly disagreeable. (I'm looking at it right now, and it is just nasty--all gooey and bloody, like something out of a slasher movie.) And the funny thing is, the fact that it's in the process of healing itself is why it's ticking me off. The scab's forming from the outside in, so the more solid the scab gets, the tighter its grip on the exposed middle part. Each time I try to stand up, the scab part quickly clenches the raw, sticky center and my knees buckle. I've been waddling with a cane all day because of this.
Aaaaaah! I miss walking! I miss
standing! I want to take my body for granted again!
posted by marguerite @ 9:33 PM
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