Pain

I fell on my knee at work last week. The same day those two women I work with laughed at my dress. My official diagnosis "contusion of the knee". In layman's terms it means you have a bunch of tiny fractures on the top of your knee (bone bruises) and you're going to be in a brace and in pain for months, possibly YEARS. Yay.

I have a goal this year. I'm not going to share it with you all until the end of the year. It's a pretty lofty and almost impossible task, but I'm going to work extremely hard to complete it.

Last night I dreamed I was watching a horror movie at some random guy's house wearing only my jeans. After the movie was over I left and went walking down the street with no shoes or shirt on still just in my jeans. This dream has to mean something. Maybe I'm feeling overexposed?

I cannot stand people at work knowing there is something wrong with me. I struggle with chronic pain daily, but I work really hard not to look like it. Now I have this stupid brace on my knee and I'm walking with a limp. Everyone has heard I fell in the 6th grade hall and most have probably seen the replay on the camera in the office. Ugh.

Despite all that's going on I have hope that this is going to be a better year for me.

Besos,
Monica