Fucking Knee

I currently can't walk without my stick and do you know why? Because I stood up. That's all I did. I stood up last night, something went *cruch*, *grawnch*, *click*, *snap* and now I can't put any weight on that joint. At all. And it's started to burn in the cold and if I stop moving it now it stiffens up to the point where I almost can't move it.

I've been referred to the osteopath since physio was doing fuck all (and making it feel worse) and it's more than likely I'll be sponging of my Dad's health cover so that I can go private because I don't feel like waiting 3-6 months just for the consultation.

Stikbit is not happy.

FUCK YOU!

FUCK YOU BUTCHER FOR NOT PUTTING THE FACT THAT THE 'BACON LATTICE WRAPPED TURKEY BREAST ROAST' HAD STUFFING IN IT. FUCK YOU FOR MAKING ME GET MY HOPES UP ABOUT ACTUALLY HAVING SOMETHING NICE TO EAT MEAT WISE AND FUCK YOU FOR RUINING THAT.

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