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Miracle of miracles, I got this laptop to boot one last time. I've used my good fortune to make sure all my music files, pictures, and other important files are backed up onto my external hard drive.

I don't know what happened, but the last couple of days has seen this computer freezing up suddenly while playing City of Heroes when it ran fine just the other day. And late last night it completely crashed and at one point couldn't boot up because it said "Operating System Not Found." It's not just a hard drive failure either. It's not cooling properly (I have an external lap cooling thing for it and it works wonders, but still) and I'm thinking it's on its last legs. It's only three years old, but it's already had one hard drive replacement (October 2009) and it's given me fits since then as well. I'm honestly amazed it's lasted this long. And I know it's really stupid, but this computer has sentimental attachment. Dad had me buy it for him back in November 2007 when he was hospitalized the first time over Thanksgiving Holidays. It would have been nice to have it last at least another year or two, but I'll cry about it later.

Sooo, my Christmas present to myself is a new laptop. I was trying to hold out for a new blinged out desktop (building it myself with Sam's help), but it looks like I don't have the time for that. I need a computer and I had money set aside that I can get a pretty decent laptop that'll sustain me for a while until I'm working again (*fingers crossed for after the new year as I have some leads*) and can save up for that awesome desktop the kiddo can use too.

So. Yeah. Don't worry, kiddo's Christmas is more than covered. It's just mine that's being impacted here. (It helps he's only been asking for one thing for, like, the last year though I've planned for some other awesome things in there for him too.) But hey, a new shiny computer will be fun to play with, and fortunately all the important shit is backed up and saved so even if I don't manage to find a new one later today, my data is safe.

Ugh, and that reminds me. I haven't yet mentioned how many ways my Christmas plans have been fubar'd due to other unforeseen life events. Bleh. More later.
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ETA: The [livejournal.com profile] rage_free post has more links available on this matter.

First, I'm going to link to the article on Jezebel and quote its title: Cornell Surgeon Used Vibrator to Stimulate 6-Year-Olds

Read it again. No, it's not a hoax or a joke, and no, this is not a report on something from the Victorian Era.
Alice Dreger and Ellen K. Feder from Bioethics Forum have unearthed a 2007 study in which a doctor from Cornell University defends the practice of surgically cutting girls' clitorises. Disturbing, but his follow-up treatment is even worse.

The paper in question appeared several years ago in the Journal of Urology. "Nerve Sparing Ventral Clitoroplasty: Analysis of Clitoral Sensitivity and Viability" by Jennifer Yang, Diane Felsen, and Dix P. Poppas described in dry clinical terms how Poppas believes he has developed a way to remove part of a girl's clitoris without damaging their ability to have sexual sensation. Though the practice sounds a lot like female genital mutilation (and in strictly literal terms, it is) Poppas is not cutting into their genitals to make women less sexually inclined - he's doing it because someone decided that their clitorises were too big. Usually, this someone is a physician. With the parents consent and at the physician's suggestion, Poppas cuts into the shaft of the clitoris and removes a section, without, he hopes, damaging the nerves.

The trouble with big clitorises is that, apparently, there is a link between large clitorises and lesbianism. What, precisely, constitutes a "large" clitoris, I have no idea, but it may very well be that the goal is to prevent young girls from becoming homosexual later in life. We'll conveniently ignore the fact that sexuality exists independent of one's body parts. As Dan Savage points out, there's also seemingly a correlation between larger penises and homosexuality in men; however, no one's yet suggested we shorten men's penises to prevent Teh Gay(TM).

Sickening, huh? Oh, but it gets worse. Way worse. How could it get worse, you ask between colorful metaphors? Like so:
At annual visits after the surgery, while a parent watches, Poppas touches the daughter’s surgically shortened clitoris with a cotton-tip applicator and/or with a “vibratory device,” and the girl is asked to report to Poppas how strongly she feels him touching her clitoris. Using the vibrator, he also touches her on her inner thigh, her labia minora, and the introitus of her vagina, asking her to report, on a scale of 0 (no sensation) to 5 (maximum), how strongly she feels the touch. Yang, Felsen, and Poppas also report a “capillary perfusion testing,” which means a physician or nurse pushes a finger nail on the girl’s clitoris to see if the blood goes away and comes back, a sign of healthy tissue. Poppas has indicated in this article and elsewhere that ideally he seeks to conduct annual exams with these girls. He intends to chart the development of their sexual sensation over time.

Words fail me. I feel so sick reading that, and all I can think is that those poor girls are going to have to struggle to overcome the psychological damage that has been dealt to them for the rest of their lives. Not only that, but they're expected to undergo these humilating "examinations" in front of their parents annually and all because one part of their body didn't fall under someone's definition of "normal" or "natural."

Why does this pervert -- and yes, I am going to call him a pervert -- still have his license? Why is he still allowed to perform these assaults (because that's what they are; not "procedures" or "examinations")? What the fuck were people at Cornell thinking when they allowed this to occur?

It's female genital mutilation and it's sexual abuse. There's no evidence to support the supposition that growing up with a large clitoris will cause a girl psychological harm, but there's plenty of evidence that Poppas's procedures will traumatize these girls.

If some surgeon went around asking if he could shorten the shaft of the penises of young boys, he'd be sent away. Yet, it's perfectly okay by Cornell University of a doctor does that to a girl's sexual organs. So tell me again how we're in a post-feminist era and we're all equal now. I'm waiting.

Hat-tip to [livejournal.com profile] ginmar.
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This cold I got from the kiddo is making it impossible to sleep. I did manage a couple of hours' worth of a nap today. I have a low-grade fever too, so that just makes me feel extra crappy.

I am hoping I can sleep tonight and sleep in tomorrow. Kiddo went to Mom's for the night earlier today, and she fears she may also be catching his cold.

I must remember to pay my phone bill tonight if I can keep my head up long enough. Right now I'm propped up in bed with my laptop. I'm trying to stay hydrated as best I can.

Um, I type words on screen? Yeah, very out of it.

More later possibly.

Le Argh!

Apr. 21st, 2010 06:50 pm
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Technically, - if I remember my French correctly - that should be L'Argh, but I think it sounds better to say Le Argh. Not that "The Argh" really means anything anyway.

The reason for the "Argh!" is that our mental health day has turned into a sick day. Kiddo has started running a low grade fever accompanied by a runny nose. He's acting pretty okay if a little lethargic, though he says he feels sick. We have a doctor's appointment tomorrow morning at around 9:30 (he didn't start running a fever until after five o'clock, naturally). I should have known there was something more wrong with him other than just plain being worn out from doing too much stuff.

I swear this week has turned into a big mess. Oh well, at least we can get a doctor's excuse for his absences.

ETA: Kiddo's low-grade fever is gone. He's acting better, though his nose is runny and stuffy, plus he's been coughing a little (sounds like he's coughing due to sinus drainage). Looks like he might be going to school after all so long as he remains fever-free overnight and tomorrow morning.
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So, Sunday night I decided to put on a load of laundry before bed. Not really a big deal and just something I do when I'm behind in household chores (as I am woefully behind now). I'd already changed into a shirt for bed, so I wasn't wearing any long pants, and I picked up some of the kiddo's clothes from the floor and headed into my bathroom to get some other stuff. That's when I felt a very bad burning sensation in my left thigh, then as I cursed and grabbed my leg, I heard a buzzing sound coming from the shirt I'd been holding.

I threw the clothes into my bathtub and out crawled a wasp from the kiddo's long-sleeved shirt. Yes, a wasp. Indoors. In February. No, I can't quite believe my "luck" either.

Fortunately, it seems I got the stinger out really quickly and there was not even any swelling. There was some burning and a little soreness Sunday night, but since then I've felt all right. This is only the second time in my life I've been stung and the first time I've managed to get a wasp sting. That's really surprising considering how often I've stumbled upon wasps nests before, and how one time my mother managed to get stung while I somehow avoided the notice of several wasps. I suppose that's not bad for being 29 years old and growing up in the country.

Monday saw me recovering from a rough night of sleep (the wasp thing kind of freaked me out in addition to being painful), and then today I had to drive Mom to a doctor's appointment in Columbia (just a standard thing - she's healthy so no one worry). After we finished with her appointment, we went to a Wendy's to eat as there are no Wendy's near here. Right as I walked in the door, I heard a familiar voice on the radio saying, "Never gonna give you up/Never gonna say good-bye/Never gonna run around and desert you..."

I got Rick-rolled by life, y'all.

I kept my thoughts to myself and was glad Mom didn't ask why I chuckled. I really can't imagine that I could explain Rick-rolling in any way she could possibly understand. If I attempted it, she'd get it all wrong and then call my aunt to explain it to her and next thing you'd know my aunt would be talking to me about the Internet and drugs and that it's full of weirdos.

If I come across as silly, it's because I am. I'm very tired after spending three hours on the road with Mom and then taking the kiddo to speech not long after I got back. I left the house this morning at 7:30 and didn't get back until 3:40 this afternoon. That's too much time in a car. I'm still anxious and still dealing with a lot of anxiety, but I'm hanging in there and will continue to do so. I'll probably explain more later.

Yeah, I think the Rick-rolling probably sums up my day very nicely. Not a bad day by any stretch of the imagination, but a little exhausting with just a hint of absurdity thrown in to keep me on my toes.
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Urgh, I am sick. I had a mild fever when I woke up this morning, but some of that could have been that I got too warm being under the covers on my bed. Even if I don't have a fever, I am achy, stuffy, and I've had moments where I feel a bit dizzy due to the pressure in my head.

What's really funny is that I got this cold from the kiddo who had a couple of days with a runny nose that he just needed to blow every couple of hours and he was fine. He was clear this morning and I envied him his ability to sleep without breathing through his mouth.

I just took something for a headache and drank a glass of orange juice. Going to pour myself a glass of water to put by the bed and crawl under the covers to rest, read, and relax while I wait for the pain to go away. Possibly a nap too, and if I'm not doing better by this afternoon, Mom's agreed to pick up the kiddo and cart him off to speech for me. I have no idea what I'm going to do for dinner. Bleh.
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I haven't been posting this week due to not sleeping well due to some back pain and bad dreams. In addition to the lower back pain, it seems I am starting to show symptoms of sciatica. It really shouldn't be a surprise to me given that both of my parents have had it, and my father's history of back problems probably dates back to when he was my age, or not too much older than I am. I know I can't remember a time in my life when he wasn't suffering from back trouble.

Despite all this, the pain I've experienced hasn't been intolerable. In fact, I count myself lucky that I've yet to feel the need to take anything for pain. My headaches are far, far worse than this so far, but I can tell there is potential for it to get worse. I have moments where I'm sitting down that I have to stand up and let my legs stretch out when I get some horrible pains going down the back of my left leg and into my hip (which is odd since it's usually my right hip that gives me trouble), and if I'm lying down I only experience some mild hip pain that I've had since I gave birth to the kiddo. Mostly my problem is that my lower back is incredibly stiff and tight. Walking can help me, but the problem is that it has been cold (for South Carolina, that is), and the cold not only aggravates the aches, it also means I can't really walk outside comfortably.

Honestly, it's not unusual for me to experience some aches and pains during the winter. I know that once things warm up, I'll be doing better and will also be able to get around more. I'm doing little bits of stretching here and there, mostly bending over sloooooowly at the waist because it does feel good, if a little sore, to stretch out my lower back. Additionally, one thing that would help is if I could quit sleeping on my stomach. For some reason, the last couple of weeks I've been winding up on my stomach during the night, and sleeping through that even though I hate sleeping on my stomach. It really puts pressure on my lower back when I do that and I have no idea how to stop myself from doing it. Weirdness.

Okay, and that's all the sitting in this chair I can handle right now. I'm going to go do some reading in bed and watch some old episodes of M*A*S*H until I need to head to the bank and possibly the post office (if I remember to grab the things I need to mail). When I post later today, I might have news of the feline variety along with some pictures.
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Dear Uterus,

You should be thanking whatever deity uteri pray to that I do not have access to a Do-It-Yourself Hysterectomy kit, otherwise I would have already ripped you out and gleefully trampled your remains until there was naught left but a puddle of blood and bits of tissue. I thought the days of killer cramps that make me almost double over were done after I hit my twenties and had a child. This is the first time in nearly six years that you've given me this much agony.

Next year, after I have moved and gotten settled in whatever my new home will be, I am going to have a long chat with a doctor about all the ways in which I can make your life miserable in return. I've no desire for anymore children, so don't start thinking you can cause all this trouble without facing dire consequences. I don't need you, but you need me if you want to continue to live.

Play nice or I will find that Swiss Army knife.

No love,


P.S.: Stop getting Lower Back involved in your antics. She can be enough of a bitch without you encouraging her.


Dear Stomach,

I realize you are situated above my uterus. I can only imagine how truly aggravating she can be when she's making me miserable. However, is that any reason for you to take your anger out on me?

If you could stop adding to my misery, I could take you out for a nice salad. I know we're both really hungry. :(




Oct. 28th, 2009 01:42 am
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It's almost two o'clock in the morning. I've been trying to sleep for a while now, but then I started coughing. The cold, believe it or not, is doing much better and I was already starting to feel more energetic today, but there's still some icky stuff in my chest that keeps triggering the cough. I'll spare you all the gross details.

Anyway, I've taken something for it and waiting for it to kick in. Man, I really, really hope the kiddo doesn't come down with anything more serious than a head cold for the rest of the winter because I seriously don't think I could handle catching it.

Oh well, zombie day for me tomorrow/later today. Argh.
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I am so freaking bored. I can't get up and walk around for too long because I'll get worn out, and not to mention I'm achy and sore as all get out. So my options for entertainment are to sit around with the laptop and occasionally get up to do the mom thing. At least I can breath through my nose, and I'm not hacking up a lung thanks to Mucinex.

Ugh, also so lonely. I want my boyfriend here, and I want to be cuddled and hugged and doted on. Really, I want to be all "me, me, me" and be pathetic and whiny because I'm siiiiiiiiiiiick and it suuuuuuuuuucks. Instead, I'm sitting around beating myself up because just going to the damn store to get the basic staples (milk, bread, juice, etc.) wore me out so much that I caved in and went out to Subway for the kiddo and myself so I wouldn't have to cook us anything after putting away the groceries. I thought I was better yesterday and on the mend, so I took Mom and the kiddo to Aiken where we ate dinner, hit the bookstore, and then played miniature golf. Big mistake. I got home and wanted to sleep, and I've spent much of today in bed (excepting the part where I went out to the store) with the laptop while I let the kiddo watch movies and play some games in here. (Yes, great parenting, I know, but it's just me out here, so not like I have someone who can just take him, and Mom had him on Friday...)

What's killing me is that this isn't even that bad of a cold. No fever, just some head congestion and a bit of icky stuff that's settled in my chest that really only bugs me after I wake up, but while my body fights it off, I am left feeling completely wiped out. And this is why I fear getting the flu so much, because if a regular old cold does this to me, I will be totally screwed with a bigger bug (and yes, I've been this way for as long as I can remember - never was the type to bounce back easily, and it's been worse since I went around with undiagnosed mono for who knows how long when I was 15/16 - it's a long, long story that involves misdiagnosed depression...yeah).

And now I'm wishing I had more stuff to do online, things that would be fun and a distraction from how miserable I am, but everyone else is busy with other things, including the boyfriend who can only pay so much attention. Bleh.

Yes, I know, whine, whine, whine. I think I've got some cheese around here if anyone wants it. Sorry, I'll take my emo, whining, and my mucus elsewhere. :(
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Dear Universe,

Thank you for once again proving me wrong. I had thought you couldn't top giving Sam Bell's Palsy a few days before his birthday, but now you've gone and given his roommate Swine Flu. Wow. Just...wow, (wo)man.

I know, I probably shouldn't have challenged you like that, though I didn't realize I was issuing you a challenge. I was honestly impressed, and now I'm fully in awe and fearful of what you might have up your theoretical sleeve next. All I know is I'm going to be on the look out for any black cat that threatens to cross my path, and I'm going to step over any crack in the sidewalk I see. It's not you...well, okay, I suppose it is you. I'm going to try very hard not to give you anymore excuses to poke at me.



P.S.: I still think the idea of Sam wearing an eye patch was a nice touch, though I know he's annoyed at the fact he can't blink his left eye.


Sam's roommate goes back to the doctor in a couple of days. If he's no longer contagious (and no one else in the house is showing symptoms), I'll stay at his house this weekend. However, if the roommate is still contagious, or someone else has it, I'll be getting a hotel room. Sam's taking precautions (it helps that he has the entire upstairs to himself) and washing his hands, and I recommended disinfecting any shared surfaces before using them. Of course, if Sam gets it, there's no way I can go even with the temptation to take care of my sick boyfriend. I know my immune system sucks majorly and I'm still worried about the risk of bringing Swine Flu home to the kiddo. It all sort of hinges on what the doctor says Thursday I suppose. Damnit, I do not want to miss out on another birthday of Sam's, especially not after all the plans we've made, that and the fact it's one of those milestone birthdays.

Either way, I think I'm going to buy some immune-boosting vitamins or supplements while I'm out today.

I swear my relationship with Sam and everything that happens in it is so much more ridiculous than anything even Hollywood could imagine. WTF? Seriously, What. The. Fuck?
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Dear Universe,

Look, you and I have been getting along pretty great lately. Sure, there's the occasional spat and my paranoid rants that sometimes it seems like you're out to get me, but overall I'd say we've come a long way and I'm rather happy with our relationship. I'm not even upset at my alarm clock mysteriously being turned off this morning and making the kiddo late for school (I swear I hit the snooze and not the switch to turn it off!). However, there's just one thing I've got to ask you: Bell's Palsy? Five days before his birthday no less?

Don't get me wrong, I am exceedingly grateful it wasn't a stroke or something even more serious, but of all the things you could possibly make happen this week I have to say I certainly did not see that coming. I have to admit that there's a part of me that's a little impressed at your ingenuity and creativity, and somewhere inside of me, I'm applauding you. The rest of me is just staring at you open-mouthed. And if giving my boyfriend Bell's Palsy, making the kiddo tardy for school, and making it rain on what is supposed to be the day of the kiddo's last soccer practice is the least you do this week, I'm pretty okay with it.

Just, uh, please let me have a relatively quiet weekend with my boyfriend and a minimum of drooling, please?



P.S.: The fact that he can't blink one eye and has to wear an eyepatch is pretty cool. I can't wait to see how many kids and parents we freak out this weekend when he wears it and his doo-rag with the skulls on it.

(And for those of you wondering, yes, Sam is perfectly okay. Just a couple of days off from work and some medicine, and the palsy should resolve itself within a week or two. Of course, I won't deny that when he first said he was going to the doctor because half his face was paralyzed I was more than a little freaked out, but we're fine and I'm still going to be in Atlanta this weekend helping him celebrate his 30th birthday.)
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So, my weekend was pretty shitty. Literally. No, I assure you I am using literally appropriately.

Saturday night, I decided to take a nice, relaxing bath. You know, soak in the warm water, wash my hair, shave my legs, etc. The bath was uneventful, and about fifteen minutes before I got out, I heard the kiddo use the toilet in the other bathroom. Nothing unusual and pretty standard fare.

I pulled the plug on the bath drain and stood up to wrap my hair in a towel. By the time I grabbed my other towel to start drying off my face and upper body, I notice the water is still around my ankles, and I don't hear the sound of water draining. Hmm, I think, must be running slow is all. I shrug it off until I hear what I think sounds like running water on the other side of the house. Not a good sign.

Thinking the kiddo was unusually bad and had decided to play with the faucet on other bathtub (the one I can't use because it's cracked and needs replacing), I wrap the towel around me and go to the other end of the house to the other bathroom and what do I see? My hallway carpet is wet and the toilet is overflowing. The running water sound I heard? Yeah, that was the water draining down into the air vent on the bathroom floor near the door. Shit.

Next, my eyes go to the bathtub, which has inexplicably filled with water despite the faucet not being turned on. I tried plunging the toilet first, and it stopped overflowing. I thought the problem was solved, except I turned back to the bathtub to see water was flowing up out of the drain and into the tub; water along with sewage, that is. Again, this is the tub that has a small crack on the bottom that can't be used for much more than filling the mop bucket. Fuck. My only consolation at this point was that at least the toilet had gone down and no longer pouring water over the floor.

I used up all my (freshly laundered!) towels soaking up the water and preventing even more from going down in the vent. I called Mom to inform her of what was going on, and I asked if the kiddo could stay with her that night and could I please use her washing machine since I knew it was a bad idea for me to use my washer. She agreed, and it was still only about 8:30/9:00 on a Saturday night, so I took them both out to Huddle House to eat while my towels were being washed at her house (in hot water for obvious reasons). By that point, Mom had called a plumbing company she knew for me, and the plumber said he'd be calling me at nine the next morning.

I sent the kiddo to her house, and I came back home to bitch to Sam over the phone (have I mentioned I have a very patient and understanding boyfriend?). Oddly enough, once I'd done my bitching, the conversation was nice and helped me relax enough that I could at least get some rest so I could be up early to straighten up my living room, change out the towels in the bathroom, and clean up my master bath and bedroom since I thought he might have to go into them as well. The plumber was supposed to call at 9:00. He didn't get a chance to call me until about 10 or so, and he didn't get to my house until around 11:45.

His first suggestion, after coming inside to see the affected bathroom, was that it was possibly the septic tank. My bank account whimpered in fear. My blood pressure rose a couple of points. Fortunately for both my bank account and I, a quick check of the septic pipe leading out of my house determined the problem was contained inside the pipes in the house. My pipes were too small for his hand snake to go up in the house, so he had to use a special snake machine that ran on electricity. When going at it from the outside proved not to be working, he then had to go under my house and go at the pipes under there. After about an hour, he had managed to find the clog, cleared it, and I was once again able to have running water and working toilets.

When he came out of the house, he told me that over time some of my pipes had settled forming "bellies" where water pools instead of drains. This leads to clogs, and he said there is about twenty feet of pipe that needs to be replaced, but for now I'll be okay. He said he'd call back to schedule an appointment to replace the pipe, and that it'd actually be cheaper than my bill for the work he'd done to remove the clog. He didn't even charge me extra for coming out here on a Sunday, and I'm glad to say the bill was under two hundred dollars, which means when the pipe is replaced this adventure will still cost me only about half as much as it did when my electricity went out due to my breaker box needing to be completely replaced. (Remember that adventure back in November? Oh yeah, that also happened on a Sunday morning. My house likes to break at times when no one is working/available apparently.)

The great thing about all this is? I only have the bathtub to clear out of sewage. I'll be using bleach on the whole bathroom, but at least it's only the tub. It could be worse, and I have had worse. About four years ago, tree roots had grown to block the septic tank at the other house. That time both toilets and bathtubs backed up and sent sewage all over my floor, the tubs, and the toilets. Clean up from that was not fun to put it mildly. My master bathroom here remained un affected, and it's already clean, so today it's just a matter of mopping the floor in the other bathroom and scrubbing out the tub with bleach. Oh, and I'll be steam cleaning that section of carpet as well. All in all, this was an easy repair.

I have other stuff to report, but it's stuff I don't want posted publicly, and this entry is getting long anyway.
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So, the other day I did something really, really strange to my left ankle. What I did, exactly, I have no clue. The inside of the ankle is tender to the touch - so tender that I nearly screamed the first time I accidentally pressed down on it; however, I can move it around with no discomfort, and I can walk on it without noticing anything, and the outside of the ankle is fine and dandy. It's gotten less tender this week, and it's just one of those weird things I do to myself.

Of course, now that my ankle is better, I had to go and do something else. After the kiddo's t-ball game tonight, I was putting my chair in the back of the truck. I turned sharply and my left knee (note this is the same leg in which I hurt my ankle) whacked the trailer hitch hard enough that I heard the steel go "Clunk!" Tonight I can feel a very small amount of discomfort if I move the knee a certain way and there's a tiny lump at the top of the knee that's all red and angry looking. By tomorrow I'm sure I'll be sporting a maginificent bruise and I'll have to avoid letting anything brush against my knee.

It shouldn't come as a surprise that I've done this before (right down to the tiny bump) and expect that I'll be right as rain by the weekend. I also assume I'll have a new and even more interesting injury by then as well.


At least my headache is responding to the Excedrin I took. Woo.


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