official confirmation of my borked knee is quite soothing, in fact. it’s a feeling of justification. “see? it’s not just in my head!” yes, i’m petty enough to feel good about waving my MRI report in my boss’ face and saying “i told you so!” because i felt the disbelief as i hobbled around the office, up and down stairs, trying hard to continue my work-required heavy lifting and hauling all with a ruptured ligament and torn cartilage. i have RUPTURES and TEARS, people!
despite the caps, i’m not even a little bitter.
how could i be? i’m going to see a surgeon; and, if i’m lucky, he’ll decide i’m worthy of fixing. then, many months from now, i just might be able to get up, walk from here to there and not worry that my next step might gimp me up. again.
now that i’m waiting again and have told anyone who’ll listen about my horrible injuries (snarf), i hope to not mention it again until i: a) have seen the surgeon; or, b) borked it again. if i don’t shut up about it, i might just annoy people. therefore…
i’ve decided not to decorate for christmas this year. neither am i baking anything. i have so many other making things on the go i just can’t add any more to the pile without wanting to scream. the next two weekends are booked up with birthdays and weddings. work socializing is reaching a fever pitch with potlucks, pancake breakfasts and meeting dinners. that being said, all the presents are bought and wrapped. i have a couple of cards to send out, but that’s all i have left to do to prep for the celebration and i’m SO HAPPY about that.