February 8, 2015
February 8, 2015
I saw this written in graffiti on the side of a building one day when I was riding the subway in November. I wished I could’ve taken a photo of the original, but instead I grabbed my little notebook out of my purse and scrawled this down quickly.
To whomever wrote this quote, I thank you. It’s beautiful, much appreciated, and often times quite needed.
August 31, 2011
My ankles are worse again – puffy, swollen, painful. They had gotten a lot better recently and now they’re back to how they were before. I was so happy because I (wrongly) thought they were going to stay better.
Will my life ever stop being such a roller-coaster?
December 4, 2007
I went to an orthopedic ankle doctor/surgeon at the University of Minnesota today whom I have seen once before (1.5 years ago for the same problem). He actually referred me to the doctor who performed my ankle surgery a year ago. My appointment was at the Riverside Orthopedic Clinic and I have to say the place was hectic and an unorganized mess. Despite that I had called them multiple times before my scheduled appointment to make sure that they had received my records, there were no records to be found today. More than one woman who works there assured me the records had been faxed and received (note to self: next time write down the woman’s name who says such things). So, despite having to wait extra long because the doctor was running behind, I had to wait an additional amount of time while the nurse got my records re-faxed over to the clinic. What is the point of me even calling to assure that my IMPORTANT records and information are there in time for my appointment if I’m not being told the truth anyway and they are NOT THERE? Frustrating.