That kind of day

I did literally facepalm while talking to a patient this morning...and the day didn't get any better.

Tired

Of ortho crap. I am an ortho's wet dream, a klutzy hot mess.

Last summer, I tore my rotator cuff. Rehabbed the shoulder, it's mostly OK except when I have difficult vaginal deliveries. The next 2 days I can totally feel it in my shoulder.

Last summer, I looked in the mirror and didn't like what I saw. My head still has this image of me as a hot teen, with the BMI of 18.3 (yes, that really was my BMI). I now have a BMI of 33.3. So I joined the local Y and started an exercise class.

6 months in, my fat pants are loose, although I had GAINED 5 pounds. And then I go and injure my foot. I'm 2 months out from my injury, doing PT (DAMN I hate physical therapy! They are EVIL!). I limp now, although it's getting better.

Between multiple Xrays, an MRI, and doc appointments, this is the most expensive exercise class I've ever taken.

I just want to walk normally. please?

My wish

Is that any other phone call I take this weekend will not make my jaw drop.

It's a WTF? type of weekend.

I don't know

If olive oil is a good anal lubricant.

#holyshitdidshejustaskmethatquestion?