Denied!

I just love getting shat on. Well, that's all that seems to happen to me. At first i was ok with this surgery thing. Then i broke my wrist. Which brought on a whole new challenge that was willing to accept. I was prepared to deal with the pain, and the joking/teasing of being a gimp. I was all happy when the doc told me last week that i could probably walk today. Today that got smacked down. There's also something weird going on with my incision. I'd post a picture, but it's pretty gross. I'm literally going stir crazy. I haven't seen any friends except the 2 that live the closest since Danno's party. There's absolutely nothing on tv, i've read all my books and watched all 40 of my DVDs, and I can't play the GameCube or PS2 or COH because I need a thumb to do so. The thumb that's wrapped in cast right now. Oh, and I can count on one hand how many times I've been outside in the past 2 weeks, 4 of them for doc appts. I was hoping to get some of my life back today, but no, that's too easy.

As crazy as this sounds I want to go back to work. I want to deal with the stupid people and the assholes. It's better than laying on the couch (which is starting to get very uncomfortable). I never realized how much i took life itself for granted, and i think that's part of what's pissing me off. Now that I can't I want to go play soccer and ultimate and run 5 miles. Stuff that over the past couple years has seemed more like work than fun. i want to be able to play my horn in a comfortable position, when last spring i wanted to throw the thing off the roof of the music building. I guess there's a reason I happened to get shat on again this summer. Everytime it happens I find out more and more about me and how bad my life could really suck a lot worse.

On a good note, my mom and brother and i went to the mall today and i happened to make out like a bandit :) I love shopping with my brother. He adds much needed comic relief and is the best wheelchair driver ever :)