i just want to get better

That’s all I want. I want to be able to walk again. Maybe play tennis again. But that’s probably a little ambitious at this point. All I want is to be independent again. Some people might love the idea of being waited on hand and foot by someone else (*cough cough* mother-in-law), but I don’t. It severely annoys me. Not only that, but the house isn’t clean enough. The mail’s not being checked. Dinner’s not being cooked. As much as my husband tries, he can’t match my level of OCD-ness. He can’t even come close. And as much as House makes it look cool, it’s really not. Not at all. So, please, sprained ankle, get better. I promise I’ll try really hard not to hurt you again.

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