On December 2, 2006, I fell in a manhole. I stepped on the lid covering the hole, it tipped inward, my foot went in up to my knee, I twisted sideways landing on my hip and my elbow onto the concrete.

I have been on disability ever since. My MRI is this Saturday (tomorrow). Hopefully they can find out exactly what is going on so they can fix me. I want to function again. I want to go hiking. I want I want I want. I sound like a whiny baby. Oh well.

Now the disability office is making me go and see one of their doctors to confirm my disability. Did I draw the short straw or something???? I have known many a people to go on disability. Never once have they had to go see the EDD doc. Not only that, in the past 11 years of my worklife, I have only been disabled one other time and that was when I was six months pregnant and my son tried coming out early. So a disability yes, no physical injury however. phhhh

Guess I am just ranting.

So my boredom trials:
I have attempted crocheting (no good).
I have done woodburning (turns out Patrick loves it and has completely taken over the process, supplies, and projects, LOL).
I have done needle punch point (the adjustable needle kept going back into the tube so I returned it). I instead took thread and threaded it little square by little square. When it is complete I will post a picture of it.