From motorcycles to stinky cabs, now I'm really feeling it.

Sat on Stella this morning and felt like I could start riding already.
Of course Dee was against it.
Besides, I also felt a bit uncomfortable. Maybe in a couple more days.
Can't fucking wait to hit the open road again.

Yesterday was a trip.
Went to my doc for a PRP (Platelet Rich Plasma) treatment.
If y'all don't know what that is, here's an explanation...
Right before injecting the processed blood into me though,
he had to know where exactly it hurt.
So, he started pressing around my knee and boy did he find it.
Ended up slapping his hand off. It was fucking painful.
Took my brace off last night and my knee felt a lot better.
I guess it worked.

What a bitch.

Tore my MCL Monday night playing ball and now I can't even ride
my fucking motorcycle. That really blows.

It sucks having to rely on other people to drive you around and shit.
I can't even sit properly because my leg has to be straight at all times. I'm having a bloody hard time sitting here right now.

Anyway, the doctor didn't look so concerned about it
(probably because it ain't his leg anyway) so that should be good.
Told me to go back in a week so he can check it out again.
As of now, my right knee looks like a fat blob and I feel the same.