Stitched.

Last Wednesday (September 29th) my friend Matt stole my safari hat. I was pretty drunk, as was he, and I decided I needed to chase him. Apparently we both had really good speed and ran all through the outside stairwell. I only remember chasing him up one set of stairs. Well I was in my strappy sandals and it was raining. If you cannot guess what happened next I will just tell you. I slid. My foot/ankle/shin (in that order of course) went through the back of the stairs. The impact split my shin to the point that bone was visible. This was unknown to me. I simply laughed and said, "Oh man... I fell ahaha." I limped up the stairs and went back into my apartment. As I sat on my couch I decided to roll up my jeans to see if I would have a sweet bruise... just one more to my already abundant collection. Once I rolled them and saw the bone my friend Chris quotes, "And that is when I heard the scream." I honest to God believed I was going to get an underage. I refused to be taken to the ER. I swear to you that I was not concerned about my wound at all... it was all about the underage. My friends/roommates who are nursing students, Jess and Janelle, took me to the hospital with Victoria driving. The whole event was quite intense and hilarious. In the ER I was pretty drunk and then doped up on meds. I was cracking the doctors up as well as the nurses. I swear I really should be kept indoors. I will post a picture of my wound post stitches and hopefully the video of when I was doped up.

Today, however, was the day that I got my stitches out. I looked at the women and said, "So you are going to numb me... right?" Of course they said no. They said, "Getting them out is the easy part! I am sure it really hurt to get them in." I responded, ".... actually I was pretty drunk so, no it wasn't bad at all. This will be worse." They said I should have drank today and I said that I seriously considered it, haha. I swear these people think I am such a train wreck it is insane.