So, I'm sitting in my basement, alone again since my parents are both at work and my boyfriend, bless his heart, took my car into the shop. My parents decided my Christmas gift was to install a seat warmer in my car. I know, I know. Woe is me.
But here's the thing bugging me. I'm alone and bored in my basement (to be fair, both my room and family room are on this floor) because I've gotten stress fractures in both my feet...again. Seriously. I can't even go upstairs to eat or help my mom make dinner.
So why am I posting this on here? Because of my lifelong relationship with ...*drum roll* prednisone. And my early onset osteoporosis. I'm SO SICK of walking through Target and getting a stress fracture. Or, putting on a shoe and getting a stress fracture. Does anyone else get tired of the multitude of side effects from a lifetime of drugs? Seriously. I'm trying to get through the work up for a new transplant so THEN I can go see a specialist about metal rods in my feet (I'm not even 30 yet. I've already done the artificial hips route).