Mr. Broken will be flying home in two days. His surgery went well, but he broke a part of his heel bone that has a high risk of the bone dying. He basically broke his heel bone clean off, along with also breaking his ankle bone. He has a long recovery ahead of him. He won't be able to put any weight on his foot, at all, for 8 weeks. This poses a problem for him because he lives on a hill with the parking lot downhill from the house and his bedroom is on the second floor. His boss, since he's in company housing, is making arrangements for him to move to a more accessable location. But until they can move everything they are going to put him up in a hotel room. How boring. It would be really boring just sitting at home all day every day for so long, now he has to sit in a hotel room.
I sent him flowers on saturday after his surgery, and then he sent me flowers and had them delivered to me at work, which got me bitched out by my boss because according to our personel policies we are not allowed to date patients. I told her if she has a problem to write me up. I can't wait to see if she does. What a stupid policy, we are the only hospital on the island. Everybody is a patient here at one time or another. Duh!
Over the weekend I saw the Vagina Monologues, which my mom and my sister were in. It was really fabulous. Last night I made a huge beautiful dinner and ate like a pig and today I'm up two pounds! WTF! I don't get it, I eat bad once and gain two lbs. And my dinner was only like, maybe 850 cals and I ate reasonably all day before that. I was only at around 1600 cals. I'm frusterated. Seem like unless I absolutly deprive myself I gain. The only weeks I've lost weight in the last month have been weeks were I had daily intakes of under 1000 cals and worked out 5 days a week burning over 500 cals a day. The more weight I lose the harder it is to get it off and keep it off. I feel like I'm killing myself here just trying to maintain under 190 lbs. And now I'm back up to 191. The stuggle is killing me. And I don't know what to do to change it.
And my mom and sister are not helping the matter. my sister, who remarked a few weeks ago at how "tiny" I was, decided that my mom should put a stop to me losing weight because she thinks I have an eating disorder. She just doesn't want me to be happy and look good. For crying out loud. I'm 5 feet tall and I weight 190 lbs, I'm obviously not skinny! theres a word that describes her but I'm not the kind of girl to say it.