It feels great to be back in the cities and at my apartment. My parents are awesome and I’m really appreciative they are so supportive and that I have a great relationship with them and was able to go and recover at their house for a week, but I’m really glad I’m back. I can sleep in my own bed tonight and hobble around on my crutches in nothing but my boxers. I’ve become so used to living alone and having a lot of time to myself. I consider myself an introvert. I enjoy being around people – for the most part, but I cherish being able to spend a lot of time just doing my own thing when I want to.

I also waited, again, to start writing this until I’m really tired. I’d hoped to start going deeper into my thoughts and feelings. Once I’m off the truckload of medications from the knee surgery I should be able to devote higher quality time to this. It’s hard putting together much of an update when I can barely keep my eyes open and want nothing more than to go and curl up in my bed under my comforter. I’ve got to use a CPM machine for a while which is basically this machine I strap my leg into and then it bends my leg back and forth. It’s usually not too tough to fall asleep (because I’m nearly passed out now from the meds), but I usually wake up at some point and have to take my leg out and stop using it so I can continue sleeping. Last time I used the machine for a month which is what I expect will happen this time, too.

I can’t wait to go to bed!