tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14752491098722409942011-04-21T16:37:55.099-07:00deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeenoreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475249109872240994.post-59643600054590781812007-11-05T22:46:00.000-08:002007-11-05T23:12:49.049-08:00Today I had my follow up from my MRI from last week. I found out not only did I tear my ACL I have also torn my MCL. Along with this spectacular news I was told I will need surgery. At this time I was told to plan on four months of no work, and a lot of physical therapy. These words didn't exactly have the ring I wanted to hear, but I was shit out of luck. What distracted me the whole time during my appointment was the smile on Dr. Wolfe's face. A smile of excitement and pleasure, this sort of freaked me out. What came to my head once I saw his smile was all my money is going to this shit head. So simple he made it seem, but i know better.. taking apart my ligaments, and putting them back togethor definitely can't be easy. "I'm just gonna poke two holes and make an incision here. Then I will go in and fix everything up" Dr. Wolfe said. No fucking shit you're gonna fix everything up.. do you think im letting you cut me open for a laugh? He also gave me a new brace that is supposed to keep my leg togethor, because my leg could give in if I step in a pot hole. My biggest worry was what am I going to do about money? I need to find another job sitting down for the time being. If you know of anything get in touch with me I'm desperate.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1475249109872240994-5964360005459078181?l=trappedinakage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475249109872240994.post-18111872727043314272007-11-05T00:27:00.000-08:002007-11-05T00:50:32.203-08:00The city where I have lived for most of my life. Richmond is a very unhealthy place for me. I feel as if im being choked everyday, and there is no way to make myself feel free. Imagine you have been tied to the back of a car and your face is grinding against the pavement as the car is going full speed. This is exactly how I feel almost everyday. Suffering, community service, and working are what my days consisted of until recent. Now I'm just suffering and doing community service, because I can't work due to my wonderful injury. There is no shelter when the rain comes, and this is something I have come to realize. When will this downpour end? I wish I could say, cause it hasn't stopped in years.. If there is a god why does he put people through so much suffering? There is no such thing as a glory day, and no lie bigger than a happy ending. This city is destroying all my dreams, and bringing down all my high hopes.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1475249109872240994-1811187272704331427?l=trappedinakage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeenoreply@blogger.com0