So what I'm really trying to say is, "I'M RETARDED."
Ok, so we're not going to get into too many details of last night because when I drink I get ridiculous and I'm glad I really only drink like, once a week, but JEEZUS. I am retarded.
Anyway, to cut a long story short, when I was running from the rapist this guy to hide behind this car, I stepped on my foot completely sideways with like, a 90 degree angle of my foot to my leg (at least it felt like that) and it hurt. so. bad. But we hid out behind the car for awhile and I think the pain was really numbed by being drunk, so whatever. We finally walk to the car and it doesn't hurt so much when I put weight on it as long as I don't twist the ankle at all, so I feel like I'll be fine.
Then I have this fucked up dream.
It starts out with me being in pain and my friends telling me to go the doctor. So I go to UMBC medical services and this guy comes in like, full doctor regalia. Everything you could stick on a doctor was on this guy; pager, four of those stethoscopes, and a bunch of ID badges and he's in scrubs with a scrub cap on and he's wearing like, magnifying glasses. Insane. So he looks at my ankle or whatever and he's like "You should go to the nearest emergency room." Oh, and in my dream my ankle keeps getting more and more swollen and turning more and more amazing shades of bruises. So I'm like "ok, where is there one; isn't St. Agnes close" and he's like "No, you should go to ThaiThai over by H Mart. Its totally closer and if you're admitted you only get bread and water of course because you're admitted but your friends get General Tso's Chicken or Sesame Chicken or whatever the special is that night. Its awesome! And they all are from Thailand."
...
So I get some crutches and for some reason Jessica is outside with like, a bunch of people from work. And Connor, this one guy from work, is like "I'm calling off work and taking you to the ER." And as he's ranting and raving I somehow have a backpack on and I'm carrying a hoodie and a bottle of water while using crutches that are too tall for me because I never adjusted them, and then all of a sudden the crutch hits me in the mouth and my fake tooth dental implant comes flying out and I'm like "SHIT, that cost $5000, how am I supposed to pay for that."
And then I woke up and started crying because of the traumatization (yes, I know that is not a word) from that dream and from the fact that my ANKLE FUCKING HURTS.
Next $1 beer night, I am not drinking that much. NO.
Anyway, to cut a long story short, when I was running from the rapist this guy to hide behind this car, I stepped on my foot completely sideways with like, a 90 degree angle of my foot to my leg (at least it felt like that) and it hurt. so. bad. But we hid out behind the car for awhile and I think the pain was really numbed by being drunk, so whatever. We finally walk to the car and it doesn't hurt so much when I put weight on it as long as I don't twist the ankle at all, so I feel like I'll be fine.
Then I have this fucked up dream.
It starts out with me being in pain and my friends telling me to go the doctor. So I go to UMBC medical services and this guy comes in like, full doctor regalia. Everything you could stick on a doctor was on this guy; pager, four of those stethoscopes, and a bunch of ID badges and he's in scrubs with a scrub cap on and he's wearing like, magnifying glasses. Insane. So he looks at my ankle or whatever and he's like "You should go to the nearest emergency room." Oh, and in my dream my ankle keeps getting more and more swollen and turning more and more amazing shades of bruises. So I'm like "ok, where is there one; isn't St. Agnes close" and he's like "No, you should go to ThaiThai over by H Mart. Its totally closer and if you're admitted you only get bread and water of course because you're admitted but your friends get General Tso's Chicken or Sesame Chicken or whatever the special is that night. Its awesome! And they all are from Thailand."
...
So I get some crutches and for some reason Jessica is outside with like, a bunch of people from work. And Connor, this one guy from work, is like "I'm calling off work and taking you to the ER." And as he's ranting and raving I somehow have a backpack on and I'm carrying a hoodie and a bottle of water while using crutches that are too tall for me because I never adjusted them, and then all of a sudden the crutch hits me in the mouth and my fake tooth dental implant comes flying out and I'm like "SHIT, that cost $5000, how am I supposed to pay for that."
And then I woke up and started crying because of the traumatization (yes, I know that is not a word) from that dream and from the fact that my ANKLE FUCKING HURTS.
Next $1 beer night, I am not drinking that much. NO.