All my friends today wanted to ask me how San Antonio was. “It was fine,” I tell them. It was anything but fine.

Yesterday, the closet thing I had to a meal was a bottle of strawberry melon juice and these candy chip things called caramel corn nuggets. Today’s meal made up for yesterday’s lack of one. I had baked macaroni, fried shrimp, mixed veggies, two smoothies, all kinds of chips, left over caramel corn nuggets, a burrito, and a Chipotle bowl and chips. So, I’m assuming my eating habits for now on will be either too much or too little.

I was given some advice yesterday that went something like, “You’re seriously the nicest guy I know, but maybe that’s your problem. You’re too fucking nice. It’s honestly why everyone at Fort Sam Houston loved you and why everyone here loves you. You’re the nicest guy I have ever met. But people always take advantage of and fuck over guys like you because they know you’re always gonna let them have their way and you’re still gonna be there in the end no matter what because that’s the kind of guy you are. So my advice, stop being so fucking nice! Learn to tell people no. Don’t bend over backwards trying to make them happy. Don’t let them control your life anymore. Stop giving a fuck. They’ll realize their mistakes soon enough.”

I should’ve listened. I was running for PT today when I noticed my friend started to fall behind. I jogged in place waiting for him, so I could help push and motivate him, when I mis-stepped and rolled my ankle really bad. There was a pop and immediate swelling. 100% sure it’s at least sprained. I realize now that if I had just not given a fuck and let him fall behind, I wouldn’t have ever rolled my ankle. And I couldn’t go to medical yet because only their emergency services were available at that time. Currently, my ankle hurts a hell of a lot.  

My rental car was brought back in one piece and on time. I didn’t ruin it like I did last time haha.

Today wasn’t too bad, but it still sucked.