June 26th, 2022

⚠️ RANT ⚠️

I'm going to be making a lot of assumptions about you. Like the fact that you are probably an able-bodied person. Perfectly normal. Just last Thursday, you would have guessed that the same would go for me. No. I have patellar dislocation. Don't even try to Google it, you won't even get half the story. Imagine this, you're walking down a hallway, minding your own business, when BAM. Poor little you goes tumbling down. You find out, your kneecaps are slowly becoming more and more dislocated. After a while of dancing around the topic, you finally get surgery in your right leg! This will solve your problems, right? Unfortunately for you, no. The surgeon fricks it all up. That was January of 2021. Flash forward to June 24th, 2022. You're getting your right knee worked on surgically. Again. When you get home, you're stuck in bed. Again. Becoming restless and uncomfortable as a side-sleeper who can't turn on their side. AGAIN. Your own leg now like a heavy burden weighing you down. AGAIN. Drinking lemon-lime Gatorade  as if that will even solve your problems. Imagine that. Well that's not even half my story. That's not the end. That's not the beginning. "Other people have it worse!" I know. I know. That doesn't mean it doesn't hurt.