Okay, first of all, I've been busy as hell for the past few weeks at work. I dislocated my knee while doing doggy daycare ( couple of dogs ran into my leg). The very same knee I dislocated and fractured 5-6 years ago. So now I can't work for at least a month. Now I got to deal with this workers comp to make sure all my medical bills are paid and I get lost wages. Not only that, but ever since I STILL cleaned the house to the best of my ability, not to mention I end up cleaning after my sister and her boyfriend AND I'm taking the dog out, which I'm not really supposed to. I'm going to be starting physical therapy next week hopefully. And my dad had the balls to say that I didn't do a good job cleaning my room?
Really dad? Really? Do you know that I'm at risk of having my knee dislocated again in the near future? Did you know that if my knee dislocates again, I just might have to have surgery? I'm doing my best dad, but apparently it's not enough for you. And I'm starting to get really sick of trying to make you happy. Especially when I'm injured like this. I have to admit dad, you changed ever since your dated that psycho.
Really dad? Really? Do you know that I'm at risk of having my knee dislocated again in the near future? Did you know that if my knee dislocates again, I just might have to have surgery? I'm doing my best dad, but apparently it's not enough for you. And I'm starting to get really sick of trying to make you happy. Especially when I'm injured like this. I have to admit dad, you changed ever since your dated that psycho.