  My ankle is gigantic. No, really. I used the grocery cart as a walker in Ralphs just now. I suppose since I took one of the vicodin pills I picked up after seeing my MD, it probably took until now to realize whats actually entailed when I try to get so much done in one day. Thankfully, I have this chance to get this fixed. And then I start thinking this means 6 WEEKS that I cant put weight on it.
and an additional TWO MONTHS that I have to walk in an immobilizing brace. This is crazy. Im looking at 3  months of not being able to drive. Me, one who hates to ask for help (Id rather cook you dinner while having a seizure than make you bring me water while Im fainting). This is a big deal. I think I tried to pretend its nothing.
To get myself to do something about it? I havent smoked herb in so long. Its really strange to have played with it a little to stun the pain. God, it works better than all these stomach-warping pills they prescribe. Then again, Im not used to it. if I have more than one hit, I get weird.
Like, I start talking to the television when an ad bothers me. I listen to whos ever with me with the thickest layer of cynicism ever measured in human kind. I mean, when youre forced to hang out with idiots to get the stuff, its hard to have patience with folks who profess the truth of astrology and numerology. And anyway, Im over drugs. Beer is bueno, but all that other crap is bad news. I picked up a couple of films from the schools library to entertain me.
since I cant fucking stand television. So so not regretting turning off the cable. Im plenty talented at tuning out with the infinite distractions available online. At least thats interactive. Films: two Ive seen Grand Illusion (Renoir), and Raising Arizona for the pure laughter of it. And one I havent seen: Battle of Algiers.
Bryan said its good, so whatever. Looks thrilled with life, yes? What the fuck am I going to do for 3  months? 
