I made it 24 years...
Well, what a weekend. Friday was Rye's last shift at Tim Horton's, and now he is free. YAAHOOOOOOOOOOOO! That should make life a lot better. Now we can go see movies again. Like Nacho Libre. We know it is going to be stupid, but going in with that knowledge, we won't be disappointed.
So, Saturday was John and Lara's wedding. Congratulations to you guys again. It was a beautiful ceremony, and the reception went quite well. Rye was the emcee, so I sat with Natalie and Andy. We did the toasts, and I was the only one to have the red wine that was provided for us, so I claimed the bottle. And I consumed it, and part of a second. It was good times. Then, I went out for a smoke, and looked down the stairs of the Pitt Meadows Rec Hall, and saw Ayren, who I haven't seen forever, and I love, and love even more when I am drunk (I am a hugger by nature, and a very affectionate drunk). So I decided to go see him, and started down the stairs. I lost my balance after a couple of stairs, and mangaed to catch myself. Cursing the heels I was wearing and the steep stairs, I proceeded a little more slowly. Unfortunately, my balance was shot to hell because of the wine, and even though I was being careful, I slipped and fell again. This time, I rolled over on my right foot, and still managed to catch myself on the railing so I didn't go ass over tea kettle the entire way down the stairs. Instead, I fell two or three stairs with my foot underneath me. This resulted in major embarrassment on my part, having my tumble witnessed by people at the bottom, and a major abrasion (blood!) over the top part of my ankle, which Kathy managed to get cleaned up for me thanks to her first aid kit in her car. I hobble around the rest of the night, managed to avoid any dancing, and sobered up rather quickly.
Rye got more and more drunk, so I drove home to my house. He made my parents laugh because he kept talking about his "pretty flower" boutenniere, which Becca pinned on him before the ceremony. I explained my tumble, we laughed at my inability to use stairs, and we went up to bed. I wrapped my foot, Rye passed out and it was all good.
I woke up at 5:30 in the morning because the sun was up, and I wasn't feeling well. When I tried to get out of bed, I couldn't put any weight on my foot at all, it hurt so much. So I woke Rye up, and had him come downstairs with me, to get me some pain meds. I crawled the entire way down my stairs, and onto the loveseat in the family room. I finally managed to get comfortable there, with foot propped up on the arm of the couch. So I sent Rye back to bed, and I watched some obscure children's movie, and slept. My mom came down to check on me around 8. She pushed on my foot, made it hurt, and told me I needed to go to the hospital to get x-rays. So Rye and I spent 4 hours in the emergency department on Sunday. X-rays, according to two different doctors, show a "cracked" 5th metatarsal, and I have soft tissue injury about my ankle. I am now in a plaster splint from my toes to my knee because I am not supposed to use my foot. I managed to make it 24 years of my life without breaking a bone, so I am pretty pissed off about this. I am going to get my boss to review the films today, because when I did, nothing looked broken to me! Hopefully, he will say that I am not broken, and reinstate my record. Oh well. At least I beat Pete when it comes to injuries sustained at the wedding.
Incidently, I finally watched Shawshank Redemption last night. And yes people, it is an amazing movie, and I am glad I finally got around to watching it. But now, I shall return to work. I much prefer the rolling chair to the crutches.
But keeping the foot elevated, that is a literal pain in the ass! I'll keep ya posted.
So, Saturday was John and Lara's wedding. Congratulations to you guys again. It was a beautiful ceremony, and the reception went quite well. Rye was the emcee, so I sat with Natalie and Andy. We did the toasts, and I was the only one to have the red wine that was provided for us, so I claimed the bottle. And I consumed it, and part of a second. It was good times. Then, I went out for a smoke, and looked down the stairs of the Pitt Meadows Rec Hall, and saw Ayren, who I haven't seen forever, and I love, and love even more when I am drunk (I am a hugger by nature, and a very affectionate drunk). So I decided to go see him, and started down the stairs. I lost my balance after a couple of stairs, and mangaed to catch myself. Cursing the heels I was wearing and the steep stairs, I proceeded a little more slowly. Unfortunately, my balance was shot to hell because of the wine, and even though I was being careful, I slipped and fell again. This time, I rolled over on my right foot, and still managed to catch myself on the railing so I didn't go ass over tea kettle the entire way down the stairs. Instead, I fell two or three stairs with my foot underneath me. This resulted in major embarrassment on my part, having my tumble witnessed by people at the bottom, and a major abrasion (blood!) over the top part of my ankle, which Kathy managed to get cleaned up for me thanks to her first aid kit in her car. I hobble around the rest of the night, managed to avoid any dancing, and sobered up rather quickly.
Rye got more and more drunk, so I drove home to my house. He made my parents laugh because he kept talking about his "pretty flower" boutenniere, which Becca pinned on him before the ceremony. I explained my tumble, we laughed at my inability to use stairs, and we went up to bed. I wrapped my foot, Rye passed out and it was all good.
I woke up at 5:30 in the morning because the sun was up, and I wasn't feeling well. When I tried to get out of bed, I couldn't put any weight on my foot at all, it hurt so much. So I woke Rye up, and had him come downstairs with me, to get me some pain meds. I crawled the entire way down my stairs, and onto the loveseat in the family room. I finally managed to get comfortable there, with foot propped up on the arm of the couch. So I sent Rye back to bed, and I watched some obscure children's movie, and slept. My mom came down to check on me around 8. She pushed on my foot, made it hurt, and told me I needed to go to the hospital to get x-rays. So Rye and I spent 4 hours in the emergency department on Sunday. X-rays, according to two different doctors, show a "cracked" 5th metatarsal, and I have soft tissue injury about my ankle. I am now in a plaster splint from my toes to my knee because I am not supposed to use my foot. I managed to make it 24 years of my life without breaking a bone, so I am pretty pissed off about this. I am going to get my boss to review the films today, because when I did, nothing looked broken to me! Hopefully, he will say that I am not broken, and reinstate my record. Oh well. At least I beat Pete when it comes to injuries sustained at the wedding.
Incidently, I finally watched Shawshank Redemption last night. And yes people, it is an amazing movie, and I am glad I finally got around to watching it. But now, I shall return to work. I much prefer the rolling chair to the crutches.
But keeping the foot elevated, that is a literal pain in the ass! I'll keep ya posted.