tricky footwork
(not for the weak of stomache)
i was deturmined this year to enjoy freakstock and to recoup a bit. i only volunteered in the drug counseling department (and not in three to five departments as usual), planned to go to seminars and concerts, to see friends, and i was in good shape physically. the was is operative in that sentence. after surviving the set-up with no more clean dry clothes and a deep desire to never play beach volleyball or do dishes again, "it" happened.
i was joking around with a friend, and warned him not to be rough because i was worried about my no longer back starting to hurt. so he picked me up, thereby loosing his balance and fell forward slamming me down hard on my laft ankel at a pretty 90degree angle. it didnt roll, it just cracked. before either of us really knew what was going on i had let out a series of high pitched screams and bit his shoulder leaving bite marks through his sweatshirt. he carried me to a bench and got security to come help, they called a doctor who is also the band manager at freakstock, and he said "hospital!" so we all prayed (well, they did, i was crying and screaming) and the friend (who is remaning nameless because he felt very, very bad), bear from security (great friend/ prayer/ supporter) and another friend driving the van took off to the gotha hospital at midnight.
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Well this once again proves that we are long lost sisters/soul mates from other mothers!
I am in a walking boot b/c by walking on a treadmill, I managed to stress fracture my right foot!
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