This my new super awesome door decal. I love it so much, just a little sparkle for my new front door.
So the doc was very anti-climatic today and I knew deep down it would be. I don't have a torn tendon, but I have fluid on my elbow and around my nerve bundle. Surgery isn't an option right now, but it could be. I'm wearing the bitchin' compression sleeve and it seems to be helping. I have to start taking Advil more regularly, and my PT has been revised. I'm off work restriction because a) I don't follow it, b) it's not really helping anyways. I've got 4 more weeks of PT and then another visit to see if anything is helping. I'm hoping it starts to improve, if only a little bit. I don't know how I'll cope if it doesn't.
I broke down and finally talked to Clint. He's been hounding me for 10 days, so I just caved while I iced my elbow. He talked for 45 min straight and spent about 30 seconds expressing empathy for my arm. He never asked about anything else in my life and I'm not even surprised by it. Now I've got a huge amount of self loathing going on. It's just how a Monday should end.
I have made a decent revelation after looking at my ical today. I have a dr appt on Friday with my gyno (TMI, I know I know) BUT I'm getting some happy pills. I'm tired of feeling blue all the time and having the slightest things send me into a spiral. (Saturday I wanted to slash things because I realized how alone I was) I also need to work on my whole dating situation. I'm thinking I start all over on eharmony. Re-do the quiz, let my sister write my intro and pick my photos and go from there. I'm even debating a puppy. Having something to love is better than just being alone and miserable right?
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