The old group got together this past Saturday for a time filled with bubbles and rainbows and most probably, massive amounts of alcohol. Far be it for me to be a party-pooper. I grabbed my bubbles, my rainbows and proceeded to drink more tequila than was necessary.
Now, the tequila may or may not have been a factor in the events to follow.
I needed to go outside for a smoke, but there was a stupid chair in my stupid way. So, i use my good leg to step on it (weight bearing and all that) and swing my bad knee/leg over it. I go to put my bad one down and don't you know....I caught my knee-cap on the back of another stupid chair. Which I would like to point out, had no good reason to be where it was. All in my way and such.
So I immidiately thought I was going to vomit, from the intense pain mind you. But, Mexico came to the rescue in the form of more tequila so I honestly thought I was fine. A little damaged, but I will survive.
The next morning I wake up and GOOD LORD WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH MY KNEE?????? *sigh*
So I drag my arse up to the "Urgent Care Clinic", a misnomer if i have ever seen one and proceeded to sit and wait for 3 hours. I now am on crutches with an app't to go see a surgeon type person in a few weeks. Which is great because the ER wouldn't perscribe pain meds and my doctor won't either unless I drive 2 hours to go see him. Which I can't. Because I broke my knee.
So I am out of lovely yellow pills and I sit here, in pain. And it's all that stupid chair's fault.
*My tattoo app't is in 1.5 days! I am ridiculously nervous about this.
* The so-far normal guy is still pretty normal. So I am thinking something is wrong. Chances are he will realize what an unbelieveable weirdo I am and decide to randomly place chairs in my way to thwart my advances. Damnit, it will work too.
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