Yes, I’m bitching about it…AGAIN!

Sometime around the first part of January I sprained my ankle…BAD! (Those damned evil pandas!) So, its been like nearly two freaking months, right?, and it still freaking hurts! Not all the time, but enough to make it really annoying. I am still walking with a bit of a limp and can’t walk any more than about 100 steps before it starts to hurt. I also can’t squat properly, which is super irritating, because, like I squat a lot apparently. I would not have known this, had I not sprained my damned ankle. I should really have it checked on, since its been so long, but I am still unemployed and without health insurance…not a chance! (C’mon Messiah Obama, where’s this health care for everyone and their dogs bullshit you were blowing up all our asses a few months ago???) The emergency room bill was $1100! as it is and I can’t even begin to think of how I am going to pay for that.

This past Saturday, I decided it was time to clean out my sisters garage, since it was a nice day and all. (See a future post about this subject, because it deserves it’s own post. You’ll know why when you read it!) Any how, by the end of the day my ankle was killing me and I figured my only relief would come from putting on the torture device brace that the hospital gave me.

Oh, but it wasn’t next to my bed like it is supposed to be. Why? Well, because Tal had “Fake an Injury Day” last week at school for Spirit Week. WTF? What a stupid concept! What ever happened to Hippie Day or Backwards Day or Crazy Hair Day? So, she took the brace WITHOUT PERMISSION! and left it in her #@*!% locker. Had this occurred before this stupid day, she wouldn’t have even had to fake an injury. She could have sported a REAL one!