My life is not brilliant and it’s far from pure. I haven’t seen an angel and of that I am definitely sure. The only person I saw was one laughing at my stupidity. I am such a show off. Yesterday at TKD I was demonstrating how I could do the splits before do any sort of stretching. In the process, I heard a tear sound. And sure enough I injured ligaments in my right leg.
That afternoon, after crying my eyes out, I went to the doctor and cried my eyes out there for everyone to see. The doctor prescribed an acupuncture treatment and an other sort of shock treatment. That in itself is a short story waiting to be written but I don’t have the energy. I spent all afternoon and part of my evening crying about how much of a loser I am. I hate being injured. Now all I can do is sit around my apartment and feel sorry for myself. Admittedly, it is my own fault. I should realize that I am not 18, and I should think before I act. But it’s so much easier to say than do.
I was making good progress at TKD and now I have to miss gosh knows how many classes until I am 100 percent. This weekend, I wanted to go out for Halloween but from my experience alcohol and injuries don’t mix well. John said I could dress up as a mental patient with an injury. Oh John, you don’t know how close you are to the truth. Currently, I am reading Veronika Decides to Die! Oh the irony of it all!