Most traumatic experience ever

The needle was like, four inches long. My knee swelled up like a balloon… and felt like it was going to pop. And when Dr. Alpert massaged my knee cap around to evenly distribute the liquid, it made a loud swishy noise. Like, someone using mouthwash. Only, louder. I actually was composed enough to record the sound last night. It was after most of the stuff had been absorbed though, so you don’t get the full effect of this disgusting noise. I’ll send the sound file to anyone who IMs me asking.

Today my knee and surrounding area was all sore. Like, you know when you get a flu shot, the muscles in the surrounding area get sore? Yeah. I still have the band-aid on my puncture wound. I’m afraid that if I take it off, I will either be utterly grossed out by a HOLE in my leg, or that it’ll ooze. Or something. ‘Cause I’m paranoid like that.

In other news… I didn’t do much today. My leg was sore, and it felt weird to walk on, so I didn’t go to class. I’ll go tomorrow though, I promise. Classes are ending soon. Where the hell did this come from?! It just snuck up on me! This means I have another History exam coming up, an essay due in Fashion, and a group project coming up in Sociology. Ugh. Sociology. I have to find out about transferring to Suffolk. Nassau is too far, and I’ve changed my major. Maybe Suffolk will have classes that will be relevant to my major.

That’s right folks… I’m not going for a career in fashion anymore. It’s just way, way too competitive. I’m going to do web design now. Maybe I can take all sorts of fun computer programming classes, lol. But yeah. Suffolk.

Tags: classes, college, cortisone shot, fashion, knee, needle, surgery

December 3rd, 2003 | School, Trauma | Leave a response