And... Why so serious?
Hmm, so, blog, right?
I've just been to the hospital this morning for a check up on my knee. I've been suffering from tendonitis in my left knee for about 18 months. Around this time last year I started a course of physiotherapy that involved strengthening the muscles in my left thigh, and increasing my flexibility, whilst using a combination of deep massage and ultrasound treatment to try and repair the patella tendon.
Mouthful.
Anyway, all that failed ^ so they resorted to giving me a cortisone injection 6 months ago. It worked, sort of. The pain disappeared, but so did the fatty tissue protecting your bones/tendon underneath the skin. As a result I have a dent in my knee... and if I so much as brush past anything and make contact... I'm left crippled in immense pain. Wehey. So, told the consultant about all of this... he took another look at my knee, and said... "Well, I'm sorry, I think this is a case of you having a chronic problem... there's not anything we can do about it."
Oh thank you.
Moving on; my second family are away in Austria this week. They've gone to a wedding, which is nice, but I miss them. Not that I'd actually seen much of them recently anyway... I'd been trying to make an effort to improve other aspects of my life. Like finding time for my favourite cutlery desert.
Which, didn't really work out.
It hasn't really worked out at all. Like most things in my life, I'm too optimistic, too soon, and end up disappointed. I'm probably stepping out of line saying this but I think it needs to be said. It hit me and may have fatally wounded me. There's no point hiding it any longer. It's the reason I am like I am today. Distant, harsher, composed... improved.
[Insert one liner]... No, fuck patterns. Fuck normality. It's not what I'm about. It's taken a year but I've reached breaking point. I'm going to do things the way I want to. I'm not going to hold back because I've got friends in high places. I'm not going to adhere to rules because the bulk of this place wants to wrap everyone in cotton wool. The argument is that there are children on this forum. I say that the same children go to school every day, mix with other children, and hear 10x worse than anything they'd read here.
Times have changed. We can try and protect the young for as long as possible, but you can guarantee that some parent somewhere isn't making the effort. The result is that their child goes and contaminates the others. It's the way children work. Does my attitude make me as bad as the parents I just harshly criticised? Yes, of course it does... I'm not claiming to be a guardian angel though. I've always said I'm much darker than that... and now it's showing.
This is what happens when pushed to breaking point. You unleash something you don't fully understand. He'll walk through town and leave destruction in his wake.
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Introduce a little anarchy. Upset the established order, and everything becomes chaos.
I'm an agent of chaos.
Oh, and you know the thing about chaos?
I've just been to the hospital this morning for a check up on my knee. I've been suffering from tendonitis in my left knee for about 18 months. Around this time last year I started a course of physiotherapy that involved strengthening the muscles in my left thigh, and increasing my flexibility, whilst using a combination of deep massage and ultrasound treatment to try and repair the patella tendon.
Mouthful.
Anyway, all that failed ^ so they resorted to giving me a cortisone injection 6 months ago. It worked, sort of. The pain disappeared, but so did the fatty tissue protecting your bones/tendon underneath the skin. As a result I have a dent in my knee... and if I so much as brush past anything and make contact... I'm left crippled in immense pain. Wehey. So, told the consultant about all of this... he took another look at my knee, and said... "Well, I'm sorry, I think this is a case of you having a chronic problem... there's not anything we can do about it."
Oh thank you.
Moving on; my second family are away in Austria this week. They've gone to a wedding, which is nice, but I miss them. Not that I'd actually seen much of them recently anyway... I'd been trying to make an effort to improve other aspects of my life. Like finding time for my favourite cutlery desert.
Which, didn't really work out.
It hasn't really worked out at all. Like most things in my life, I'm too optimistic, too soon, and end up disappointed. I'm probably stepping out of line saying this but I think it needs to be said. It hit me and may have fatally wounded me. There's no point hiding it any longer. It's the reason I am like I am today. Distant, harsher, composed... improved.
[Insert one liner]... No, fuck patterns. Fuck normality. It's not what I'm about. It's taken a year but I've reached breaking point. I'm going to do things the way I want to. I'm not going to hold back because I've got friends in high places. I'm not going to adhere to rules because the bulk of this place wants to wrap everyone in cotton wool. The argument is that there are children on this forum. I say that the same children go to school every day, mix with other children, and hear 10x worse than anything they'd read here.
Times have changed. We can try and protect the young for as long as possible, but you can guarantee that some parent somewhere isn't making the effort. The result is that their child goes and contaminates the others. It's the way children work. Does my attitude make me as bad as the parents I just harshly criticised? Yes, of course it does... I'm not claiming to be a guardian angel though. I've always said I'm much darker than that... and now it's showing.
This is what happens when pushed to breaking point. You unleash something you don't fully understand. He'll walk through town and leave destruction in his wake.
-------------------------------------
Introduce a little anarchy. Upset the established order, and everything becomes chaos.
I'm an agent of chaos.
Oh, and you know the thing about chaos?
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