I Got Hit by a Car

It's true.
I'm ok but I can't move my left shoulder without wanting to scream. After 6 hours in the hospital all they could tell me was it's not broken or sprained, and I should try to use it normally so it doesn't freeze up. I have command of my legs and hands (though everything's bruised as hell) but not much in between, since the shoulder is a much more pivotal area than one might realize on a regular basis.

I feel like an old woman who's fallen and can't get up. Krista & Lauren are taking care of me but I hate being an invalid. And now the pharmacy won't even give me my percocet because the prescription is on a hospital printout and doesn't have a serial number or some such crap, and it's a very controlled substance. Fuck.

On the bright side, I'm not dead, severely injured, or still in that godforsaken hospital. And the accident was not a result of my accident-prone stupidity, I had the right of way and the driver turned left into me. Onto me. Fuck.

If this is what I get for dragging myself up off the couch to go to the gym (now there's some irony), maybe I should just resign myself to being a fatass indefinitely. So tired from work, a million reasons not to leave the apartment, but trying to be a better, healthier person- and now I'm injured and can't work for who knows how long and I hate it, almost as much as I hate the loss of income. Fuck.

I'm ok. I'm lucky. I need to take a shower, wish me luck.
xoxoxoBon