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Today is day 13 of my broken ankle and I spent 5 hours at the hospital waiting for an xray that I was supposed to have at 11am I didnt get until 3pm.
The xray itself required my cast to be off and they made me not only put full pressure on my broken ankle but also made me climb up steps that reached my knee. Then the nurse left me in the wrong waiting room until the doctor found me.
I was expecting a new cast to be put on and instead the only thing holding my bone in place to heal is a sock and a boot made of velcro.
Now my mum suddenly thinks that means im able to do shit and has spent all day telling me "the cast is off so therefore it should be easier. You can walk now and just climb into the bath."
Just because im in a fucking velcro shoe doesn't mean my foot is healed. I got told to stop acting like im the first person to ever break a bone when I slipped and hit my foot and couldnt keep back the tears.
On top of this its a fucking heatwave at 30+ degrees. By the time I left the hospital both me and my dad were hot, bothered, starving, fed up and arguing over McDonald's or KFC to the point that I had to reassue security of the hospital and 3 nurses that I wasnt being kidnapped or abused and they didnt need to call the police.
I spent so long in hospital I couldnt go to my meeting at the job centre so I didnt get paid my benefits for job seeking and unable to work allowance. im in pain, my bone is relying on a sock to heal and Im in debt, couldnt get a birthday gift for my cousin or my brother my dad a fathers day gift for Sunday
2 weeks ago I had full mobility, a house, a boyfriend, a job interview and a new friend to spend the summer with. All of that is gone cause I had 1 fucking glass of pink gin.
So after all ive gone through everything can get fucked and burn in the firey pits of hell