Bored, bored, bored, bored, bored. You only realize how nice walking is when your on crutches. Which currently I am on. It stinks. I can't go outside. I can't get in the pool. I can't carry a glass of water, or some dishes. I sound like some clanky metal machine whenever I walk. My legs hurt. It is incredibly boring.
The reason I'm on crutches is an oyster shell. Or at least we think it was an oyster shell. That's really the only thing it could be. Sorry for confusing you here, let me start from the top.
It was a glorious day on the water, clear and calm. I was out on one of my friends boat, and had just finished tubing. We decided to stop at a shallow spot to float around, and naturally, me being me, didn't really want to wear shoes. Besides my friend wanted to wear some, so I volunteered mine. I jumped of the front of the boat to move the boat and put the anchor in (which I failed at doing). My friend came and put the anchor in for me, and I moved away to pull on the rope, and see if it would hold. As i took one more step, "something really sharp" gashed open my foot, at the bottom of my arch. Copious bleeding and quantities of hydrogen peroxide on my foot ensued. Fun, fun, fun. I t actually wasn't bad: the stitches were the painful part. I got 3. Anyway, I went to All Children's Hospital, where I got a ton of stuff done. And they made me wear a boot and use crutches.
But that isn't the bad part. The bad part is that now I cant do any thing for a while, and I am going on vacation to California with my g-parents in a couple days. Flying with crutches. Sounds fun. But this means I can't go backpacking or garden or do anything. Life is gonna suck.
Oh well.
The reason I'm on crutches is an oyster shell. Or at least we think it was an oyster shell. That's really the only thing it could be. Sorry for confusing you here, let me start from the top.
It was a glorious day on the water, clear and calm. I was out on one of my friends boat, and had just finished tubing. We decided to stop at a shallow spot to float around, and naturally, me being me, didn't really want to wear shoes. Besides my friend wanted to wear some, so I volunteered mine. I jumped of the front of the boat to move the boat and put the anchor in (which I failed at doing). My friend came and put the anchor in for me, and I moved away to pull on the rope, and see if it would hold. As i took one more step, "something really sharp" gashed open my foot, at the bottom of my arch. Copious bleeding and quantities of hydrogen peroxide on my foot ensued. Fun, fun, fun. I t actually wasn't bad: the stitches were the painful part. I got 3. Anyway, I went to All Children's Hospital, where I got a ton of stuff done. And they made me wear a boot and use crutches.
But that isn't the bad part. The bad part is that now I cant do any thing for a while, and I am going on vacation to California with my g-parents in a couple days. Flying with crutches. Sounds fun. But this means I can't go backpacking or garden or do anything. Life is gonna suck.
Oh well.
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