February 2, 2010

• seriously, my dad makes me wonder sometimes.

   last night i had myself convinced that i had actually torn that cartilage, like really convinced. i just knew i had done it. so this morning i was of the mindset that i needed to go back to the doctor and schedule an MRI and then possibly/probably need knee surgery. that right there would cost a whole lot. so i had myself in quite the worried state.  but then my dad calls this morning and says, after i had already told him about my knees,
  dad:"oh yeah i should have told you sooner but you're not on my insurance plan anymore"
  me: "wait what??"
   him:"well i'm just having trouble making payments on everybody's insurance..."
  me:" but i'm pretty sure i need that knee surgery now, there's no way i can afford that without insurance"
  so i started freaking out...like holy crap how am i going to pay for this, because i know he can't help me if he can't even afford the monthly insurance payment. and, like a boy, he freaked out because i was freaking out, and in an attempt to make me feel better he says
  "just look at the bright side. you know, think about something positive. hey, you should go focus on something and work on it all day, just get your mind off this."
  me:"umm...."

  anyway, i have convinced myself that my knees are in fact healing, so i'm not freaking out anymore. but seriously, look at the bright side? you're supposed to say that if there actually is a "bright side", but he didn't have one to offer me and pretty much told me not to think about it.

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