Normally I like my posts to be happy and cheerful but today I dont have it in me. I spend 80% of my life in real physical pain. I've been this way since the 11th grade. My knees ache. My migraines are curbed for now but at expense of my stomach. This morning I woke up in tears, my knees were straight but they were stabbingly painful if I moved at all...I've turned into a pothead since cymbalta came along. I literally forget to eat unless its the munchies. This also leads to some awkward situations. I'd prefer to not pass out on a first date again...
The embarrassment of being in this state... At the group home, as puberty hit, my knees started dislocating. They self align as soon as I straighten my leg, so for the next 5 years I randomly dislocate them at awkward times like, a school dance... where I ended ass up in a skirt, lost a contact, and left in an ambulance... or at karaoke
in DC, Adams Morgan... where I finish a wonderful rendition of Amy Winehouse with a dislocation as I step off the stage which results in a free cab ride to a hospital... Or how about the time where I conclude a romantic interlude with an ear splitting scream that attracted local authorities...
The point is.. I'm done with legs. These legs. Chop'm off. I could use some upper body workouts anyway....
