It's not the right color, but it is what I've always wanted. Just one more thing to have to strap on in the morning, and something that I am sure will smell and look just wonderful during the summer months. "Hello ladies, can I interest you in a date with Colonel Jim Bargain, the $75 man?"
I'm tired of getting the fucking runaround. I am getting a second opinion on my knee and I'm going to an orthopedist. With the amount of pain I am in and for the length of time I have been limping around like an elderly pirate, someone should be able to tell me something more than, "well it's just a little swollen." No fucking shit, Sherlock. It's mine and I see it everyday. At first I thought I was going to get some time off of work, and I did, except no one told me about it. SO...I worked for another week on a busted fucking knee.
I think I am getting fist-fucked cause this is a worker's comp claim. At this point, I'm not even looking for a state-sponsored vacation, I just want the fucking pain to stop. I can't walk, stand, or even sleep without this fucking thing giving me some form of grief. Last night, while I was trying to start my holiday shopping, I though t I was going to have to call someone to get me a wheel chair so I could get out of Target. This is not something a 32 year old dude should have to deal with.
Not to mention, on the off chance Santa decides to bring me some sex for Christmas, I am fucking broken and will have to lay there like I am getting molested by Aunt Edna. I know this entry is filled with piss and is not very fun. I will try better in the AM.
I hope you all are well.
Cheers,
JJ
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