a hobbling I go..
Yesterday started off well, but ended badly. around 2:30 in the afternoon I drove up to the gas station to get air in my front left tire so I could get stef to work. I parked my car at the door to the gas station so it wouldnt be in the way, and walked inside to ask if I could use their air hose that is left in between the auto bays because they are to cheap to get the outside pump fixed. The head mechanic who is also co-owner of the gas station, said no problem. So I walked over and picked up the hose. after I was standing up again one of the other mechanics just decided to back out of the bay in a black lincoln. He did not bother to look, and hit me in my right leg. he wasnt going horribly fast but it was still enough to know my right leg out from under me and knock my sandle off about 10 feet behind me. I yelled WHAT THE FUCK! at which point the mechanic aburptly stopped and the 2 owners came to see what happened. NOT to me, but to the car. They never asked if I was ok, NEVER, and when the one owner started to leave, I just said fuck it you lost a customer, hobbled to my car and got home, where stef gave me an ice pack and I called the police. Shortly after the officer arrived she recommended I get it checked out. I thought she meant by EMT's at the house, but they called an Ambulance and I went to Subrban Hospital. Stef and I got back from the hospital around 5:30-6pm.
I am on crutches, and my leg is bandaged up. thank god no broken bones, but I am in pain.
will talk more later when I can focus without the pain.
~E