I was going to start this post with how shitty my life has been so far in 2020 and then go into detail about how disappointed I am that more people didn’t vote for Elizabeth Warren in the Primary but all of these things seem… well, to be honest, well worth bitching about.
2020 has been truly fucking awful for my loved ones. There have been broken elbows, canceled trips to Italy, several hospital trips, broken marriages, a ton of sickness, canceled trips to Ireland, dead dogs, a never ending wisdom tooth debacle, and even the loss of a beloved father.
I have been really down about my torn ACL and the attached PT. I hate my crutches and I hate being so limited in my movement. I hate that my house is a disaster and that I can’t do much to make it better. I hate that in order for me to be able to sit at home whining about my stupid injury means my husband is out working all of the time, mostly out of state.
I am really frustrated because my current Orthopedic surgeon basically admitted that my ACL was already partially torn before this latest injury. Meaning, when I went to an ortho complaining about it last summer and he told me it was nothing and that I needed to just “work it out more,’ I was given a, “you’re a fat girl who needs exercise,” diagnosis, despite the fact that I already had a partially torn ACL.
This goes back to my initial point. Why has it always become a thing where we have to take the word of an old white man? I am sick to death of it. The 2 “winners” of Super Tuesday are a Sundowning Shadow of the Obama administration and a very recent heart attack patient who has never gotten any legitimate legislation passed. THESE ARE OUR CHOICES??
Anyways. I am disappointed in my health care. In my state. In my country. But I still have to live here, receive care here. Try to get better here. I have a goal to be on my feet by April 3rd. And I have a goal to have a blue White House in November. I will be busting my ass for both, no matter what.