I was sent home early from work..again. We got slammed with people, and my other hostess dind’t show up. So, I had to hustle like hell to get these people sat. I think the adrenaline kicked off finally, and my leg almost buckled. I know I’m healing at a slower rate, which pisses me off regardless, but I need to hurry up and be better.
I’m going to the gym today, and I’m going to do my best to do the exercises. I’m going to definitely push myself with the at-home ones, because I’m limited on the leg-focused exercises. I feel like a gimp.
I wish I had a father like Dean. He’s a great guy, and a good father. I wish my real dad was like that, it’d be nice to know that my dad cares about me.
I know I have my daddy, and that’s all that really truly matters. He’s been hard on me lately, and I know that’s not easy for him. He has to push me, because I’m not pushing myself enough..or at all. I love him so much, I’m so lucky to have him ;D
I think daddy will be proud of how much I work out today. I’m going to get that drive back. I NEED the drive back.
Okay, I need to nap for a little bit. I’m exhausted, because I kept waking up lastnight to the thunder. I had bad dreams, but that’s what’s great about nightmares – you always wake up.
