i took a nose dive off the cement steps at my gran’s last night. because you know, i’ve always wanted to be wheeled to the airport. and hop down the aisle on crutches (actually, had i known you get to cut lines whilst in a wheelchair i would hurt myself more often when i travel).
i fell on the last step, smacked both my shins, hard, and landed on my kneecaps and then for shits, slammed into the car and hit my head.
i was like a life sized version of those collapsible toys.
and the sad thing is i merely tripped over my own two feet. a common, yet increasingly annoying occurrence.
my knees and shins are the size of grapefruits, but they are subsiding to small oranges i do believe. there is small fracture we’re almost sure of, as i can’t walk, however xrays shall wait until i return home…because getting a band aid in this country at a hospital would run you a thousand, certainly. but crutches and canes can be purchased at a small price. mine are collapsible too. ;)
not how i wanted to return home, as i have splendid plans for new years, but barring any delays on the flights home, i still plan to partake (drinking helps the pain right?) and thankfully, i have a great real, handsome crutch when i get back.
hope you all have a kick ass new years, whatever you end up doing.
be seeing you. most likely sporadically. :)