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March

It Still Hurts

Thank you all for the well-wishes on my ankle. I wish I could say that it’s all better, but it isn’t. It still hurts part of the time. And it isn’t just a small amount of pain. It can hurt a lot. It would probably be better if I would have stayed off of it and propped it up with ice and all like I was supposed to. I did prop it up some and used ice, but not as much as I should have. I kept walking around on it, even with the pain, and that didn’t help it heal. Some days it still hurts really bad, and I know that that is my fault.

I’m sorry I haven’t been writing a lot on here. I know I go through my phases of writing and not writing. I don’t know why I do that, but I do.

I wrote something about Britney Spears not being the Antichrist a couple of years ago, and now some people think that she is because of corporate greed. I don’t care what anyone says. The girl may be screwed up beyond belief, but she is not the Antichrist. It doesn’t matter how much money she makes or how much corporations want her to make, she will not be the Antichrist…not even metaphorically. She’ll just be some screwed up girl who would have been better off if she had had a mother who actually cared about her instead of a mother who used both of her daughters to fulfill some fantasy she had of being rich and famous. (I blame a lot of Britney’s issues on her mother.)

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2
March

Ouch

I know I haven’t written in a while. I’ve been a bit busy with stuff. There were storms, and I don’t like getting on the computer during stormy weather.

I also sprained my ankle on Saturday. My foot is bruised pretty bad. I went to the doctor today with it because the pain had gotten worse. He said, after making it hurt worse, that I had just sprained it. He told me to prop it up above my heart and use ice for at least 20 minutes a day. He wanted me to get an air splint. When I went to get the air splint, the person at the supply store was rude and said it was an air cast, which it wasn’t. Then she told me to go back home and get my insurance cards because she “can’t do anything” without the information. I know my Medicare number, she could have gotten that from me. I don’t know my Medicaid number, but chances are, they don’t take that any way.

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