7:38 a.m. - 2005-08-01
On the plus side, a hot doctor felt me up all over (doctor stuff he said, with a wink) and I giggled when he got to my tummy. My tummy is only slightly less ticklish than my feet. Meanwhile, my leg was propped up in the air with a compression bandage.
Anyway, when I ass something up, I do it good. I was lectured about the importance of getting stitched when one busts one's knee wide open to as to prevent profuse bleeding and promote healing.
He also made me promise that I had indeed thrown away all those nasty platform shoes, like the ones I was wearing when I teetered...OK.. shot into the stoop knee first.
If you spot a coupon for self containment bubbles, send one my way.
________________________________________ You know, Xat left me a note saying that all banks should hang a sign above the door reading, "Abandon hope all ye who enter here." I think my soul read that the moment before it entered my body when I was conceived, and said, "What the hell, this is a free ride anyway!" Oh, how wrong my soul was... I break my foot while sleeping, break my wrist while drinking, break my ankle while walking on asphalt... Abandon hope is right...