Flat Out Fucked

So my first week back at derby from my sprained ankle and I took the fall to end all falls on Friday night. After the incredibly humiliating trip on a rolling office chair out to the car, I spent four plus hours at the ER to discover that one knee is broken and the other has a pulled tendon or some such shit. I will know more after I go to the orthopedic doctor this week. I am just so angry, there aren't even words to express it (though mostly it looks like shit, fuck, shit, I fucking hate this). Not only am I completely helpless, as I can barely walk, and in pain but I really feel like I just want to break things and scream, though I am mostly keeping it together. Which isn't easy to do when it takes you 20 minutes to get the the bathroom ten feet away.

I feel completely helpless and totally humiliated. I am staying with a friend of mine, (I have this weird feeling that he had some sort of weekend plans that I totally interrupted but he won't tell me). Although this is a very good friend, if I had a choice, I wouldn't really want anyone seeing me in this gross unshowered state (I can't get my splint wet). Plus I had to send him to the store to buy me some clean clothes. It's good that he is the type of friend who doesn't freak out when I ask him to buy me underwear. In a way, he is almost too nice because then I just sit around, on my pain killers, crying about how I will never have a boyfriend like this guy. I am definitely in a funk, to say the least.

I wish I had something funny to tell everyone but it just isn't going to happen right now. Unless you consider my complete inability to take care of myself funny, which some people might. My blog is a drag.