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I took it way easy on Sunday the 27th, the day after my accident.
I had work on Monday. It was HOT, as I recall, but I felt pretty ok. My back didn't hurt too bad, and I wasn't too stiff.
Tuesday? Wednesday and Thursday? I hardly recall what happened any of those days. I do remember, though, that I tried running. Hah. That wasn't gonna happen. Every time I'd take a step, gravity pulled on the bruise by my ass. It hurt way too bad. :( I decided to keep up with exercise, though, and I walked to the bank/the store/around town. That jogged a bit of my memory. Wes was in a Really shitt mood on Wednesday and Thursday, and Tim wasn't at work all week - he wasn't allowed at work because he got heat stroke or something. I think I had asked Wes to take me to the bank during lunch (he drives past it anyway) on Wednesday, so I could pay my rent. Then I met up with Matt at Rusticana, and Matt brought me back to work.
Tim wasn't at work again on Friday (the 3rd), Wes left early to go to a doctor's appointment, Leslie wasn't there, and Tony left early. That left me, Lilly, and Rachel to close up everything and make sure the plants were ok for the long weekend. I went out with Tyler, Ashley, Ricky, and Tyler's friend Tex on Friday night. We went to a house party, but it turned out to be pretty lame (and kinda dramatic in a white trash way). The girl who lived at the house, Erika, had been with Tex for a while and her friend at the party had been all over him, so they were both crying. Keep in mind that Tex is a crazy, tooth-missing drug addict. Ricky got FUCKED UP and passed out almost as soon as we got to the party. He threw up on himself, on the ground, on his shoes...it was gross. Tyler picked him up, put him in a lawn chair, and we all chilled while he slept it off. He's, like, the opposite of diabetic, so his body breaks down sugar Really fast. His blood sugar got low (from throwing up so much), so he was Screaming about getting him some sugar. We found pop tarts for him, and that calmed him down. It was a surprisingly cold night, and even though I had on a cardigan, I was still chilly. Somebody started a fire, and I hung around that for much of the night. After the party, we stopped at McDonalds. I got fries. They were delicious. They'd have been better if Ricky didn't smell like vomit, but whatever. I found out that Ricky does dumb shit like that every year around this time of the year because he had to have the plug pulled on his 4 year old daughter while he was in the military. It fucked with him real bad, and he doesn't handle it well (partly because of his bi-polar).
I had work on Monday. It was HOT, as I recall, but I felt pretty ok. My back didn't hurt too bad, and I wasn't too stiff.
Tuesday? Wednesday and Thursday? I hardly recall what happened any of those days. I do remember, though, that I tried running. Hah. That wasn't gonna happen. Every time I'd take a step, gravity pulled on the bruise by my ass. It hurt way too bad. :( I decided to keep up with exercise, though, and I walked to the bank/the store/around town. That jogged a bit of my memory. Wes was in a Really shitt mood on Wednesday and Thursday, and Tim wasn't at work all week - he wasn't allowed at work because he got heat stroke or something. I think I had asked Wes to take me to the bank during lunch (he drives past it anyway) on Wednesday, so I could pay my rent. Then I met up with Matt at Rusticana, and Matt brought me back to work.
Tim wasn't at work again on Friday (the 3rd), Wes left early to go to a doctor's appointment, Leslie wasn't there, and Tony left early. That left me, Lilly, and Rachel to close up everything and make sure the plants were ok for the long weekend. I went out with Tyler, Ashley, Ricky, and Tyler's friend Tex on Friday night. We went to a house party, but it turned out to be pretty lame (and kinda dramatic in a white trash way). The girl who lived at the house, Erika, had been with Tex for a while and her friend at the party had been all over him, so they were both crying. Keep in mind that Tex is a crazy, tooth-missing drug addict. Ricky got FUCKED UP and passed out almost as soon as we got to the party. He threw up on himself, on the ground, on his shoes...it was gross. Tyler picked him up, put him in a lawn chair, and we all chilled while he slept it off. He's, like, the opposite of diabetic, so his body breaks down sugar Really fast. His blood sugar got low (from throwing up so much), so he was Screaming about getting him some sugar. We found pop tarts for him, and that calmed him down. It was a surprisingly cold night, and even though I had on a cardigan, I was still chilly. Somebody started a fire, and I hung around that for much of the night. After the party, we stopped at McDonalds. I got fries. They were delicious. They'd have been better if Ricky didn't smell like vomit, but whatever. I found out that Ricky does dumb shit like that every year around this time of the year because he had to have the plug pulled on his 4 year old daughter while he was in the military. It fucked with him real bad, and he doesn't handle it well (partly because of his bi-polar).