Hey Gimpy Buckaroo!

Today I had physical therapy. I actually like physical therapy. It's not really that hard and everyone is sitting around talking and joking. It's a really upbeat atmosphere, which is probably better for the healing process. I secretly have the urge to constantly ask everyone what their ailment is but I've only been three times. So it'll probably pop out on the 4th visit.
The best part of physical therapy is when they put these electrodes on my knee and then put electricity into it. At first, I thought it would hurt, but it actually makes it feel really good. I was also concerned the first time that it would malfunction and then accidentally electrocute me. That did not happen either. I'm just glad that I didn't ask if that was even a possibility. I'm kind of beginning to understand why people think I'm kind of ditsy.
So the embarrassing thing that happened today was after the electrocution of my knee the P.T. guy was unhooking my leg and asked me "Do you have a lot of work to do tonight?". I said "yeah, why?". Then I was like crap why did i ask "why?", he probably thinks I thought he was asking me out or something, which is even more embarrassing because he's married and had been talking about him and his wife just having gotten back from vacation. Then he said "oh no reason I was just wondering". I then tried to cover it by saying "oh I thought u were going to give me more work to do tonight". What a dork I am!
When I left he chided me for still gimping around and told me I need to practice walking normally. I explained to him that I really didn't remember how but he told me to try anyways. So I'm walking back to my car and I swear I looked like a cowboy with chaps and spurs on, approaching a dual. Then all I could think of was Woody from Toy Story. Oh, how I constantly feel like J.D. from Scrubs!

Where's my crown?

So I've come to realize that I'm a bit of a drama queen. I know, nobody likes a drama queen, I don't even like drama queens, so it's kind of weird that I've decided to classify myself as one. I'm not the kind that intentionally stirs up trouble, most of the time, things happen that I really don't intend to. However, sometimes my reactions to things could probably be toned down a notch or two. But here's the really crazy thing most of the time I don't really want attention, I really do just want to be left alone because well I don't want to be the "dramatic" one. I think inadvertently this has caused me to become that person. I also don't mean to let things upset me so much but well I don't know what else to do about it. I'm also not a good faker. Maybe I should have suspected something when my parents always told me to stop being so melodramatic.

Bending my knee

is much harder than you think. My knee has been straight for six weeks and now after all that time my doc wants me to bend it. On Thursday when I went to see him he asked me if I could bend my knee. I found this perplexing because he told me not to bend my knee so I'm not really sure why he was asking such a goofy question. I mean I figure he's the expert so I'm gonna listen to him and not sit around for six weeks trying to bend my knee. He then proceeded to tell me to bend it and I responded "no, i'm good". I may not be a doctor but common sense prevailed here I knew it was gonna hurt. He made me bend it anyways and it did hurt. Then even more shockingly he told me that I have to start bending it and that I should be able to bend it like my right knee by monday. This appointment was Thursday afternoon. I'm sure my face had "you're smokin crack" written all over it.
Despite my apprehension I have been trying to bend it and well it hurts but I guess it's getting a little easier. It feels like stretching a rubber band. I also spent last night (Saturday night) sitting in the recliner with a heating pad on it trying to bend it. Not a typical 28 year olds Sat. night, but that's another issue entirely.

Adios Espana!

Two days ago a sad, sad event occurred. I had to email English Summer and tell them that after four years I would not be making the trek to Spain this summer. It was a sad event all around. Okay, maybe I was more sad, but Simon did email me back and tell me I would be missed. That made me feel better.
The doctor said that I could go to Spain but I would have to work really hard in physical therapy to get my knee back to normal, and honestly normal for me probably isn't even that great. I decided that I needed to give my knee a break and let it heal slowly instead of trying to push it. Also there's lots of knee straining activities in Spain. Getting my huge suitcase on and off trains, up stairs, walking everywhere, and of course lots of synchronized dancing. I fully intend to return next year so my knee better get better.

Maybe that's just the way it's supposed to be...

So this morning I did a very brave thing and stepped on the scale. I don't know what I was expecting, a miracle? I mean I have to sit for the majority of the day right now and can't excercise and I'm staying at my Grama's house, so of course I haven't lost any weight. But, I have been using crutches which seems to have been giving me a crazy workout, I mean muscles that I didn't even know existed are sore. Still not the best excuse to douse my salad in regular ranch.
It's hard to eat totally healthy when I'm not the one making the food. Now, I'm not saying my Grama is serving me sticks of lard or anything but she's always been a skinny person. She has been afforded the luxury in life of eating things made with real cream cheese and butter and creamer. I on the other hand don't get to do those kinds of things. At home it's all fat free or reduced fat cause I just can't eat the regular stuff all the time. This is difficult to explain to her cause it's not that what she eats is unhealthy it's just not the healthiest for me.
Needless to say I feel kind of frustrated at this point and can't help but think maybe I'm just supposed to be fat. Maybe I should just live with it but really I don't like it, it doesn't make me a happy person. As of right now I'm in a bit of a quandry as to what to do.

My flippin Knee

A couple weeks ago I had a little mishap. Of course it happened at a totally inconveinent time as all mishaps do. I had taken my Kindergarten class to the rodeo on a field trip. It was a really cool field trip until my mishap. We took one last bathroom break before we were going to get on the bus and head back to school. In the bathroom I managed to dislocate my knee. Yes, I typed that correctly. I don't know how it happened or why but it did. I got put on a stretcher and wheeled to an ambulance and then was whisked away to the ER. At some point my knee relocated itself but it still hurt ALOT! At the hospital they took an xray and everything looked okay. They put me in a brace, gave me some crutches and sent me on my way. So for the past 2 weeks I've been laid up at my Gramas. I unfortunately live on the third floor and I'm not allowed to bend my knee. I also can't drive my car cause it's a stick and it's my left knee that's messed up.
After an MRI this week, my ortho has informed me that I did in fact tear my knee up pretty good. Which means for the next month I have to wear this brace and use crutches. I'm not sure what I'm gonna do about work as it's kind of hard to keep up with Kindergarteners when you're on crutches. As of right now I'm not sure what's gonna happen. But everyone should appreciate their healthy, in the correct place knees, cause you never know what'll happen.

BORED!!!!!!!

I am bored, very very bored. There are a ton of things I could do. I have tons of papers to grade, workstations to plan, laundry to do, and food to make. Yet none of those things seem even remotely entertaining. I've checked facebook a zillion times and it seems most of my friends are off on exciting adventures. Oh well. Maybe I'll go find something to do.