I really hate this year

I really hate days like this. No wait, make that years like this. When everything has a negative shade, nothing looks bright. In fact, it SUCKS. And you know what, hearing everyone say "things will get better" is not what you want to hear, but alas, it's all there is to rely on and hope for. I'm a little over being on the injured list, so let's hope this is just a bad year. Because as much as I like to forget and dwell on the negative, as my Dad continually reminds me, "Everything bad will pass, because nothing, bad or good, lasts forever." It's a sweet and sorrowful truth, but such is life. So come on knees and ankle, let's get well and feeling better. Show me some love and I'll show you some too! I promise. :)

I don't even know what to write

Speechless. That is all. Oh I'm just kidding. Do you really think I would go through all the trouble to actually open my blog and not write anything? Yeah...no. Anyways, this week/month/year has been far less than pleasant. Some things have improved (I'm sure I could think of something if forced), but overall they have SUCKED. Why? I've got another date with my dreaded crutches. Those damn metal toothpicks that are still in my trunk that I wanted to throw out, but somehow couldn't muster the will as I thought someone would need them. I just didn't think it would be me...and so soon. But, as my Dad put it, "It is what it is." Is he right? Yes. Does that things any easier to swallow? Nope. Not in the least bit. So now I've got two bad joints and one bad attitude. So, why physical therapy may help the joints, this may be my mental therapy. But this time around, I don't think I want to talk about the bad, but far, distant memories that I've stored in the dusty corners of my memory and talk about everything else. So, stay tuned.