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......... Oh god. It's almost at two weeks and I'm going crazy - I hope I can start walking on this bastard ankle soon. I can't stand not being able to do anything or go anywhere. My roommate and his goddamn girlfriend are always here - why don't they go to her apartment? I don't want to hang out with them but I don't have anywhere else to go, and they do. I think some tendon on the top of my foot is broken - it's hurty and bumpy. I imagine I'll have to have surgery and get a tendon replacement from a cadaver. I don't know what I'm going to do.
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