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3:43 p.m. | Monday, Jan. 31, 2005
The story of the knee This is what happened. On the Friday before last when "the guy" (the one I mentioned in the last post) was transferring me from the bed to the wheelchair he lost his grip on me and I slid to the floor with most of my weight on my knee. It really really hurt, but I didn't think much of it because it started to feel better right away. After a few days it didn't feel better at all anymore. Yesterday I went to the emergency room and the doctor said that I probably tore a ligament. He gave me a referral to physio and they can tell me better what is wrong with it. I'm really more mad about the having sex with me and then not calling or answering my messages on ICQ. My dad asked if he should kick his ass about the knee thing. He said it shouldn't be too hard if he can't even lift you properly. Morrison said "Nice guy. I never dropped you." Other people are much more upset about this than I am, which I think is very sweet. Thanks guys, I feel loved. The truth is, I just don't care about him enough to be that angry. He said he felt really bad about it at the time. I am mad that my knee is hurting so much. I wish it would just heal and be done with it. I have to go to Calgary tomorrow and all the moving around, from wheelchair to airplane seat and all that crap will not be fun.
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