That's me, an hour before the accident. (Hey, lawyers: please note there is NO alcohol around) I was decked out in Valentines Day clothing and making sweet heart cookies for my valentine. My biggest problem at that moment in time: I wasn’t going to see my Valentine on Valentines Day. POOR ME. I realized when I saw this picture I don't have these clothes anymore. I told my mom this immediately and we made the bold move to go to the mall...
The mall consisted of
1) walking breaks
2) elevators
3) Finding the pefect works pants (they can fit
under the boot, but aren’t as tight as leggings)
4) My mom carrying my bags.
2) elevators
3) Finding the pefect works pants (they can fit
under the boot, but aren’t as tight as leggings)
4) My mom carrying my bags.
Was it a piece of cake? No, it was a work out. I think when I’m off crutches I’ll probably miss the days where I can shop and work out at the same time.
On the way home my mom asked me if I knew what happened to those clothes, I explained to her that the first thing they did when I got to the hospital was cut my clothes off. A young resident had the job of cutting off my pants. This made me really upset because those were my favorite. I looked at him and told him “he had the best job tonight.” I laughed, as did he. Then I looked down saw my entire leg for the first time. Wow.
I stopped worrying about my pants.
I liked the new ones I got today better anyway. And guess what else? I saw my Valentine on Valentine’s Day.
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