I really really really hate knee doctors.
And there is something specifically sick about hitting physical therapy on my first ay of college, as well as my last. Sick and twisted.
The one thing I may hate more than knee doctors may be people threatening me with surgery.
Shit shit shit.
"I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix,angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night, who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz..."
About Me
- Me, I'm holding out hope for a zombie attack
- “What are you, life? A silent theater of Chinese shadows, a chain of dreams, a charlatan’s store? Or a gift of unrequited love---that’s all that is intended for me? What about happiness? Ingrate, you’re alive, you weep love strive fall and that’s not enough? What?...Not enough? Oh, is that so? There isn’t anything else.”--Tatyana Tolstaya
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I'm waiting for knee surgery but my bad knees are entirely self inflicted due to weighing over 300 lbs. Doctors currently refuse to operate due to my weight, so I've got to get 100 lbs or more off before they will replace the cartillage and re-aling the kneecap which only needs doing because of my current weight.
Ironic, huh?
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