Pity party in the house

Yeah, the seven knee surgeries gave me back a better quality of life (lucky number seven, eh?). Yes, I know I'm lucky and I'm grateful. Yes, my parents warned me before the first one that I was committing to a lifetime of complications and more surgeries. No, I don't regret it.

I do, however, want to cut my leg off tonight despite all the work that went into it. I'm worn out from the unrelenting pain. I'm frustrated that I can't get it to stop. I'm mad that I'm helpless to prevent these episodes.

And that, my friends, is a screw that is entirely too long for my tibia. Grr.