Yesterday was a bad bad day that culminated in bawling my eyes out down the phone to Dragon. I think I just needed a good cry and someone to talk to because by the end of the call, I was a lot calmer.
I was tired, I was PMSing, my hurty bits had hurty bits. It started with another hellish appt at the hospital. old boneshaker bus that had me feeling sick from pain by the time we got to hospital… and there was a 90 minute waiting list, standing room only. Spent those 90 minutes waiting for an x-ray… then another hour waiting AFTER the x-ray.
Found out that the radius was cracked all the way through, there was a bumpy bit that ‘shouldn’t be there’ and that i’m not healing as quickly as hoped. If i’d been with it i would have thought to have asked what the hell that means – i have it written down for next time. No new cast, back in 3 weeks for another x-ray. gonna go insaaaane!
Today is starting off better. Dreams about Riley… and a lot more NC-17 than recent dreams about Christian Kane! There was a quicky in the toilet then went back to a hotel room. Boy was a bloody good kisser, a skilled lover and petrified of Kaniacs!
(Also, why do my dreams about Riley always involve making out in a toilet?!)
I feel a lot calmer. My wrist is aching and my hips are hurting but I don’t feel like biting anyone’s head off. I might wander over the corner shop for a Yorkie and a Pepsi, see if that stretches my legs out… I think one of my main problems is that I’m utterly housebound.. with my wrist in a cast, I can’t use my crutches. I can’t go anywhere/do anything 
*insert happy thoughts here*
Cassie. Llama. 30. July 24. Leo. 5'3. brown eyed brunette. tattooed. pierced. shy. 
