What a nice dream she'd had, thought Fiorella when she awoke in the middle of the night. For some reason, her brain had rendered up a vague memory of Janine Loftis, whom your girl had gone to elementary school with in Waco, and her friend was presenting her with an armful of flowers for some reason, which made it all the better because because Fio was burning with pain.
"I must record all this," your girl thought, looking around in the dark for her computer. But where was the beast? And how the hell could shef ind with a bad knee holding her away from anything she could use to boost herself out of bed? Had she marooned. herself on the edge of her bed only to be stopped by the lack of anything to pull herself up with? Would she have to wait in until morning, when she could summon help? What if she needed to use the bathroom?
Luckily, after a while, Fio was able rescue herself from the bed and pull herself upright, but not without agony--it's amazing how much one bum knee combined with one bum hand can cripple a person. But what the heck--your girl will be having that hand taken care of for once and for all on the fifteenth, although she's guessing the recovery period won't be any fun.
After that, of course, will come the knee replacement on June 2.
OMG, why did your girl ever think it would be a good idea to try to break a tree limb with her knee for firewood?
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