What? What is this? I'M NOT DEAD??

Nope, I'm not. I just kinda got sidetracked by... well, everything else on the internet.
-insert self promotion-
Twitter -I finally got sucked into it.
Tumblr -I'm basically always on there.
And, you know, if you like Fanfiction...
ANYWAYS.
So, its been just under a year since I've posted here... What's happened?
Well... Oh, my surgeon fired me. Good ridence. I went to Mexico. I climbed a mountain in Mexico with a broken foot, which I wasn't aware was broken.
I'm in more pain then ever before. My surgery scars have mostly faded away, although there are dents in my foot bones now, so they're all lumpy and shit.


(This was one and a half years after my surgery, exactly)

Taken right after I got my casts off for the final time, well I was waiting for the xray so they could check that everything was, in fact, no longer broken.

The casts had to stay on longer then normal because a cut got infected, my surgeon didn't notice it the first time he examined my feet after the surgery, and it festered for another week. The cut on my heel is the one. You can't really see, but the infection actually started eating away at my flesh. I had a big hole which was oozzing. Luckly, with everything else going on, I couldn't feel it.

To give you an idea of how bad the infected one was, this was not infected.

I was the nurses favorite patient.
I mean, the only other people I saw being treated there were screaming babies and th occasional teenager complaining REALLY loudly whenever the nurses tried to clean their wounds, and I sat there making conversation and taking pictures, admiring the grossness.
After a month, though, I really wanted to shave my legs.

Okay, enough pictures.

(Tumblr taught me how to insert them into a text post. I didn't know how before)

What else has happened? Hmm. Well, I fell in love, the type of love that makes every moment both so incredibly fantastic as well as makes it feel like something is living inside you, clawing out your stomache and chewing on your heart.

I fell out of love.

I had a girlfriend for all of a week before we decided we were way better off as friends, but we aren't nearly as close as we were before we went out.

I went to Chicago to visit my family down there. I was there for a week, and we only went shopping and went to Six Flags. I would have rather gone to a muesuem. But I did win a giant green stuffed squid at Skee-Ball.

I'm very good at Skee-Ball.

Uhm... hmmm. Other stuff happened. Its been a year, after all.

I'm going to try and post more frequently this year, because this has been pretty pathetic.

So... I'm going to sleep, now. Laila Tov, my loves.

Proof that even if I can't walk everyday, I know enough crazy people that I'll never be able to be bored for long.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YPYw86meVaU&feature=BF&list=ULiYXYAazs8OI&index=10
Thats the link to a Ninja movie which I am the camerawoman/director/coustume designer of. This movie is proof that even though my brain is too messed up to deal with leaving my house for anything other than doctor's appointments, my legs and feet are too messed up to walk more than a block, and I really don't have a life, as long as you have insane people wandering through your house, you will never get bored.

This is actually on my friend's blog, but it was shot in my basement, with help from random people we found wandering around my house.
No, not seriously. Although, most of the time, there are random people in my basement. That's why I never go down there.
Well, the random people and the troll.

Back to the video. Watch it! Go, go! Watch, laugh, like, add, reveiw... Please.

Pain Clinic- you think they might help the pain?

You would think that a pain clinic is there to help with pain. And, actually, I had the best- *coughcough* only *cough*- conversation about pain management with a doctor I've ever had.
Now, he's going to 'consult with his colleges about what would work best, then they will send their findings onto your main doctor, who will write out the pharscrpitions, then after a month I should come back to the pain clinic.'
Does anyone else think that it would just be simpler for them to just give me the damn physcriptions then?
Yeah, yeah. I'm underage. My city is going through a war against pill poppers. They're the highest growing group of addict here in the lovely Winnipeg.
But here's the thing; I am not a drug dealer. I won't sell the pain pills you give me.
I am not a pill addict. I will not take them to intentionally alter- blah, blah, blah.
The only relevant fact, as far as I'm concerned, is that I am in a really large amount of fnicking pain.
I walk a block, both my ankle's are twisted and my legs are cramping up. It's not pleasant.
Even if I don't exert myself, I'm still in pain.
Garg. That's pretty much all I saw these days. I make random noises of frustration.

It is funny, actually, how my last post on here was to let you know I wasn't dead and I'd be posting again soon- then my Internet goes down. And, since I live in a house where the parents both put things off as long as possible, I just got it fixed today. Thank goddess for my father. Him coming over after work to fix my Internet was a wonderful thing.
What can I say? That's how he shows his love for me, his only daughter (Unless it comes in that along with the secret son he has, he has a secret daughter). He gives me stuff. I show my love by... er, letting him hug me. Thanking him for the stuff he gives me.
I mean...we both say to each other, love you, stuff like that, but really, its just something you say, like bye.
Yeah, yeah. My relationship with my dad is messed. Whatever.

Speaking of messed up parents; I have a question for anyone out there who may or may not be reading this. If a woman shaves her head in support of her uncle, who is dying of cancer, and then is fired from her job as a waitress because she shaved her head, not any other reason, is that right? Should a private business be able to fire her because of this? Does this woman then have the right to seek what she is entitled to, under the law of the country she lives in?
Me and my mother are at odds about this, so I'm not really speaking to her. Not in a, 'I'll pretend you aren't there' kind of way, more, 'I'll nod when she speak to me, but I won't actually look at you or engage you in conversation.
So this should be fun.

Not dead

Although some might guess that I've died from the lack of updates on here, but I'm not. Obviously, since I'm updating right now.
Things have been... interesting. My stepdad has a job, so he actually leaves the house, and my moms been picking up a bunch of shifts, and winter break is over, so my sister's are back at school, which leaves me with an empty house for several hours everyday, pretty much.
Which is nice, but not as nice when you realize I can barely walk most of the time and I actually have to do things for myself.
Gosh, that sounds really spoiled-bratish, doesn't it? But, I mean; I walk five feet and my legs are shaking so bad and my feet feel like they're rebreaking themselves. So, yeah, I enjoy people getting me things so I don't have to stand up.
On that note, my mom actually pulled something in her leg a few weeks back, and she couldn't walk for nearly a week. So about half way through this, she looks up at me, and says 'I know I can be hard on you about you never doing anything, and I really apoligize for that. Because now I understand what its like to be in pain just walking, and I really don't want to do anything.'
Which is funny, because my mom has been really suportive of me even before we had a diagnosis. But she had been getting fed up with me latly, since I started walking again after the surgery. I think she just really expected the surgery to basically cure most of my problems, and... yeah, no, it didn't. Actually, I'm worse off now than before.
Can I ask a question? Who steals a wheelchair? Because someone stole my spare wheelchair. WTF?
Hmmm... what else... Oh, I had an EEG because ever since Halloween I've been twitching uncontrolably unless I take lorazapam twice a day. Apparently, this isn't supposed to happen.
Everyone who is reading this must go and look up Regina Spektor. She is a singer, she is awesome.
Also, Rebecca Drysdale has put in her part to the 'It Gets Better' campaighn. You know, the one thats trying to get gay teens to stop killing themselves? Yeah. She made a rap and a music video for it, and its brilliant. Look it up on youtube. It Gets Better - Rebecca Drysdale. Unless your homophobic, in which case, could you please kindly stop reading my blog? Because I'm homophobicphobic.
Anyways. I'm off.
Oh! Wait. Everyone must check out the TV show Chuck. Brilliant.
Okay, now I'm off.

Attack of the midgets!!

My little sisters birthday party is today. In the past, her party's have caused me to hide in closets, have to run around my neighbourhood chasing after kids wearing princess dresses, and generally, be terrified for my life.
Hey, YOU try jamming roughly 13 little kids in a smallish house and feeding them large amounts of sugar. You'd be terrified for your life too.
This year, we're going bowling.
Who thought that would be a good idea???? These kids with bowling balls?!?!?!
I'm dead.
This may be my last post ever.
Goodbye.

Random Pain

Hello, random people who may or may not exist who read my blog-type-thing!
My foot hurts like someone took a hammer to it!
No, seriously. I can't walk on it, I can't move my toes, or my ankle, or touch it in anyway or it feels almost as bad as it did waking up from surgery, except instead of my entire foot (and the other one too), its like this line of incredible pain. Freaking fricking fnicking hell.
Oh, also, I recently made a round trip visiting all my doctors trying to get them to prescribe my pain killers, as I am in PAIN. This is basically how it went;
Me: Hey, Dr. Kahavavitch, I'm dying of pain. Can you prescribe me something that would help.
Dr. K: Uhhh, take a advil.
-Go to next doctor-
Me: Hey, Dr. Jellicoe, you messed up my feet and now I'm in MORE PAIN THAN BEFORE!! Want to give me something for that?
Dr (actually, I doubt that he's an actual doctor). J: Well, in 10% of patient that have this surgery, we see recurring, intense pain after they are all healed. We don't know why. I recommend you take advil.
-Storms off to next doctor, after hitting Jellicoe over the head with a tuna fish-
Me: Hey, Dr. Skulsky, you're a really nice doctor who is young and oddly attractive, I'm in pain. Pain killers?
Dr. S: Advil should fix that.
-hits myself with tuna fish, go's to my next doctor-
Me: Dr. McPherson, you're very old and I think you have Alzheimer's. Can you prescribe me pain killers?
Dr. McP: Uhhhh... who are you?
Me: I'm the person in pain.
Dr. McP: Oh! Advils good for that.
-facepalms, goes to the next doctor-
Me: Hi, Dr. Lindsay. Haven't seen you in a while.
Dr. Lindsay: Thats because I refereed you off to a bunch of specialty doctors.
Me: Who happen to me idiots. I'm in freaking pain! And they want me to take ADVIL!!!
Dr. Lindsay: Oh, dear. Well, I'll prescribe you some T3's.
Me: You are officially the only sane doctor in Winnipeg.

That may not be the actual script, but you get the gist of it is.
Anyways, so I got pain killers. Which are doing nothing for my dying foot, but for my other pain it really helps. Oh, and she refereed me to the pain clinic! I knew I liked that woman.

Holy F***

My sister is hysterical. She was attacked with a machette, she was hit over the head. The police came to my house because they were in the area and when her and her friends saw her, they started running. The police almost arrested them, then realized they had been attacked. There were eight police officers in my house. I just sat beside my thirteen year old sister as she gave a statment to the police.
Holy effing hell. I'm shaking so much. Its three am so none of my well behaved friends are awake. So I'm posting this here. I think my sister is in shock.