Do not read unless you’re all about pessimism… that is you think the glass is half empty not half full.
My first issue is that I am not allowed to walk yet. The build up to walking was 6 weeks in which i had my heart set on throwing the crutches (actually it was burning them) & wondering out of physio on Tuesday feeling liberated and free... but NOOOOOOOOO... Brads says I have to either wear the brace or use one crutch. My knee is frustrating me.
Funny but devastating story: On Tuesday I was trying stuff on in Myers in Brissy - which is a real hassle and god only knows why I even bothered coz I have to take off my stupid brace - but anyways when I was putting my abolsute favourite pair of cargos back on the crutch got stuck on my knee brace... I yanked anyway and ripped a mass hole in the crutch. So here I am in the Myer change rooms in Brissy, on crutches with a fat hole in my crutch. PANIC. Luckily Mumzy was in Brisbane too so she came to my rescue with a skirt I'd left in her car... but she also made me throw out my favourite pants. No one understands how attached I was to those pants. They are not replaceable - the fit was perfect (tears).
So my next dilemma – my 21^st birthday is rapidly approaching & I’m struggling to think of something to do. Clearly having a party comes to mind (I had wanted a themed party) but there’s just about no way I can get all of my friends in the same place at the same time. It’s just too difficult to be quite honest. I’m too lazy & too crippled which is sad especially since I always imagined my 21^st to be special. Having high expectations really does guarantee let down. I’ve decided its best not to anticipate anything & then disappointment wouldn’t be so frequent. It’s kind of like before the first time you have sex & there’s an anticipation that it will be good. I fear just like that experience that my birthday is going to be a big flop (pun intended).
If I take the past few months as an indication of what to expect... actually you know what screw thinking about it. There’s too much thinking going on. Why not have a big 25^th instead. What is so special about turning 21 anyway – apart from finally being legal to drink in the US – I’m one year closer to turning thirty which is just depressing.
In the words of Murf “what else”? Um, nothing much at all. Mum & I are going house hunting on the coast this weekend! Good bye isolation. Good bye insanity. I’m re-entering the real world again – Woohoo.
Anyways I’ve had enough of bitching in my blog for one day. Tar Tar. Love Minni