I feel like I have gone from an Alanis Morissette melancholic in prevailing mood song to a Natasha Bedingfield …
KNEES OF MY BEES…
I feel like I have gone from an Alanis Morissette melancholic in prevailing mood song to a Natasha Bedingfield promising and hopeful song in less than an hour! After a long wait and a series of phone calls to my doctor on the results of my MRI, she finally referred me with an Orthopedic Surgeon. Today was the moment of truth and as nervous as I was to hear it, I was ready to receive it. I honestly thought that my weight gain was going to be a big concern to the OS and that my surgery would have to be put in the back burner until I reached a certain healthy weight, but that was not the case. The OS that saw me was incredibly professional and most of all very thoughtful. He reassured me that everything was going to be fine and that there was no need to put me on hold because I need my knee to be able to be healthy again.
Since my knee was injured over a year ago. They’re going to try and get some graft (replacement tissue) from my calves or upper thigh to restore the lost ligament. The recovery will be a little bit more painful but that is alright with me! As long as they drug me up I will be alright.
I have mixed emotions about this much needed surgery – happy, excited, scared. Most importantly, I am looking forward towards my life once my knee is healed. I have come to appreciate so many things while being immobile… especially my knee. My freedom, my passion, my life, and my boyfriend. I am excited to get the ball rolling and literally be back on me feet. I honestly don’t know what would’ve been of me without Dion and my annoying sisters. Won’t miss being their chauffeur that’s for sure!
So in the meanwhile I will be watching what I stuff down my throat just to get used to riding the high healthy wave that will follow during recovery. Have basic cardio exercises done in bed already bookmarked as my favorites, 20 minute healthy recipes, and ice to munch on if I get cravings. No worries, I already know that munching ice is bad for your teeth so I will not do it often. I got this!
HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS…
My heart beats in New Jersey while my crippled body chauffeurs around Houston! Why is my crippled body so far away from my heart? I can totally blame the lack of neurons that placed me in between a family dispute that lead to the injury on my knee… or simply because the medical insurance I have is based only in Houston.
As much as I would love to fly to Jersey right after every appointment…it’s impossible. There are no big funds for that luxury and I can’t work due to doctor’s orders. The less I walk, the better for my knee to recovery after surgery. Mind you, it’s a surgery whose date is still up in the air for discussion. So, I have no source of income coming in. My boyfriend not only pampers me, but pays my bills and flies me home whenever I am not too busy with doctors. He takes care of me from a long distance and that alone makes me feel diffident. Don’t get me wrong…I appreciate it very much. … Continue Reading
Woe is me…
I am up early before the crack of dawn all showered up & ready to head out the door. Not only to drop people off to their destinations but to also head to my doctor’s office to hear the results of my knee’s MRI. I just know that the bottom line is that I will be needing surgery to fix it. Pretty sure that she’s going to refer me to an Orthopedic Surgeon as well. I know it’s going to take a while in getting this knee fixed, especially in my situation. … Continue Reading
CARDIO IN BED…
Over a year ago I fell down and sprained my knee. The doctor told me that for two weeks I would have to stay in bed & RICE therapy my knee and that it would be back to normal in no time. During that time my situation and my circumstances didn’t allow me to spend that much time in bed. So I started walking around thinking that a little bit of walking couldn’t be that bad! I didn’t put a lot of pressure on my hurt knee so everything seemed to be fine, but of course one wrong step changes everything. I fell down and end up hurting my knee once again! The pain was intense, but it slowly faded away.
The American Dream by George Carlin
There’s a reason that education sucks, and it’s the same reason it will never ever ever be fixed. It’s never going to get any better, don’t look for it. Be happy with what you’ve got. Because the owners of this country don’t want that. I’m talking about the real owners now, the big, wealthy, business interests that control all things and make the big decisions. … Continue Reading
I’m not a writer I just comp a lot!
Once upon a time I had dozens of 5 subject notebooks filled with thoughtful words of anger & happiness. I guess you could call them journals although I wasn’t keeping track of anything chronologically, and they were more like ode sounding momentaneous dabbles of my days.
A couple of years ago while visiting my mother I decided to dig through a pile of boxes that were labeled in red sharpie, “Cuadernos y Papeleos de Esmeralda“. The first box I opened contained my best friend’s and my cousin’s journal between friends. Basically a notebook where you write letters to each other and pass it around between your closest friends and let them write in it sharing their thoughts or responding to your writings and vice versa. … Continue Reading
MEH…
Lately I’ve been having dizzy spells. Feeling light headed & nauseous & NO, I have not been having the need to knit! So any thoughts of pregnancy are out of the question. I am sure it has to do with my blood pressure & my crazy sleeping patterns since it seems to be all over the place. I think too much, I worry too much, & I stay up all night doing just that.
Why is my photography not going anywhere? Why am I feeling uninspired? Then I have the ‘WTF’ moments where I realize that I am not doing absolutely nothing with my life. Then that’s when I start feeling like shit. Like a big pile of hot shit on a Sunday afternoon. Hot enough that if you were to step on me, I’d make the loudest most disturbing gushiest sound you’ve ever heard & my smell would penetrate the depths of air in an instance & punch the fuck out of your olfactory epithelium. … Continue Reading

