I broke my hand on Dec. 10th, 2011. It was my first break and my first surgery EVER in my 24 years of life. Well, technically, I broke my wrist. I'll attempt to post a pic on here.
Though it was my first break and first surgery in nearly a quarter of a century, I am no stranger to the ER. My Mom said I was taken in as baby/toddler with severe dehydration (which happened to me once again in the 8th grade). I ran into a wall in elementary school and had a huge knot on my head. I stepped in front of my sister on a swing and got kicked in the face. Had a bike wreck and got pretty torn up, have a few scars from it. We moved, I had another bike wreck which landed me a few stitches in my left bottom eyelid, plus other scars. And I've also been in to the ER on a few occasions just for being sick. I have no insurance so I cannot go to a regular doctor. That's all for now without going into too much detail.
I suppose it was appropriate for me to break my wrist at the end of last year. 2011 wasn't exactly kind to me. I thought it started off decently by landing a new job. Previous to the new job I had worked a seasonal job for three years, which is good except being laid off for a good portion of the year. My new job started off with insurance and vacation time AND was a year round job!!! I thought it was going to be a great year. Then I had got a guy fired because he was becoming too "friendly" with me. Then I got tendonitis in my arm, which caused me to use only one arm. They preached safety there and always told us to use both arms in our work then forced me to use only arm which caused more pain in my good arm and my back. The health of my body was more important then trying to keep that job. So I quit.
Now I'm umemployed and have to rely on my boyfriend to take care of the both of us. Good thing he had a good job. We lived together since August 2009 and he was my world. He always took care of me financially (which is not why we got together, at the beginning I was the one with the money). Our passion was on fire at the beginning. There was a lot of strain on our relationship. Somewhere along the line, he fell out of love with me. He broke up with Nov. 2nd, 2011. I quit my "minimum wage, taking up time" job the next day after only working there for two months. It was useless to keep a minimum wage job when I had to drive to another town to keep it.
Out of work, living with my mom again, I went on a month long binge of drinking. Anywhere I could get it, I did. I took any opportunity to drown my sorrows and flash a fake smile for everyone to see. Not to mention I did a few things while drinking that I regret. I suppose you live and learn. Then, Dec 10th, 2011 I broke my wrist. I was drunk when it happened.
For the past month I have been sitting around my parents house feeling sorry for myself. I need to get out of my funk, so I'm hoping by keeping a blog that I can pull myself out of this rut. It's not ok for me to sit around feeling sorry for myself when I know people out there who have life a little more rough then I do.
I have been to several funerals since March 2011. I know more people who are sick. Please pray for them to get better and fight what is ailing them. If they cannot fight it, I hope they pass with the least amount of pain as possible and with their loved ones. I pray for them not to hurt anymore.
There has been way too much loss in the year of 2011. Now time to pick up the pieces. My life rests in my hands. Time to make it better.
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