It’s been over two months now since I made an update on how I’m doing since I got hurt on July 3rd. I’ve been wanting to post something. I just don’t know what to say anymore. I feel like old news. A burden.
“That’s just Joe again, whining about hurting himself. Don’t worry about him. Fuckin broken record…”
Such a wimpy little tip over turns into this life changing event for me… and it might seem silly to everyone; “Oh you broke your knee? Feel better! Heal up!”
Hell, that’s what I would have said. In fact, I pretty much HAVE said that before to at least two friends who have had a similar type injury. I didn’t know any better. I had no idea. I had no idea that 0.02% of people have the type of injury I have and that it’s so severe I’d be down for at least six months.
I had no idea about any of this. And I’m still struggling to come to grips with it still to this day. It’s fuckin bad. Everyone that messages me asking for an update and when I tell em, they’re always surprised. I guess everyone just thinks I broke my leg or something. I fuckin WISH I’d have only broken my leg. I’ll take 2 pair of broken tib/fib over this shit. Hell, even throw in a broken arm and I’d be happier than I am now.
After all I’ve been through already, right here, right now, this exact second I would trade it all for two broken legs and a broken arm if my knee injury could be magically undone. I’d be all better in 6 to 8 week that way! At current rate of success, I might not ever be all better with my knee injury.
My last surgery was the beginning of August…the 5th, I think? I don’t know for sure. I was in such a drug induced state that I feel like my entire life was only a few weeks ago. Everything. All of it.
“When was it that you…?”
“Just a couple weeks ago,” is my reply.
“What about the time forever ago that we were…?”
“Yeah, that was a couple of weeks ago too. You mean you don’t remember?” I’ll ask incredulously.