ugh.

This cast has made me miserable. I've threatened that I'll rip it off a couple of times.

I can't walk my dogs so they're running around the house, bundled with energy that I can't help release. Ugh. I'm miserable so my dogs are miserable.

The crutches are affecting my wrists in ways I wasn't prepared for. I have giant red bruises on the palms of my hands. They're painful to touch. My wrists themselves are weak and they can no longer support much of my weight. Yet transferring from the crutches to the tub requires all of my weight to be held up by my wrists. So I've fallen a couple of times.

I was talking to my cousin and my mom about how much I hate this cage I've been placed in due to the leg fractures and they have made me think about what my future is going to be like as a result of the accident.

My god. Now I'm even more miserable. Arthritis? For the rest of my life! I'll never be able to do any serious marathons and I'll always have the possibility of re-injury because of how fragile my leg is now. I have a house in Hanna that needs to be completely renovated and I wont be able to do any of the renos myself. And there is something powerful about being able to look at your kitchen and go "i did all of this work on my own." Instead... I have hire out the help and I can't afford that. So I'll be living in construction chaos for a loooong time.

/rips hair out