Dingo
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(Yes, it's long, but bear with me...)
Okay, so Friday, I had that hip surgery. They cut through the muscle, drilled a hole in my femur, and inserted a tantalum rod inside of it. Friday through Sunday, I couldn't even roll over without wanting to cry. When the doctors say to rate your pain on a 1 to 10 scale, I was at 843. Anyway, the doctor said to stay off of it and stay home for 2 weeks. I'm paying for school, so I'm gonna go. I was at school on Monday.
Anyway, yesterday, I parked in the candihapped spot near my class building at school. Yes, I have a permit. I was outside for a few minutes and glanced over toward the truck to see a campus cop near it with his lights on. I thought, "So what. I'm legal..." A minute or so later, I heard my horn honk 4 times. My horn is pretty distinctive. I knew it was my shock sensor. I thought, "What the hell?" and made my way to it on my gimpy crutches. The cop was pulling away and I stopped him. I said, "You didn't just write me a ticket, did you?" He said, "No, meet me at the public safety building." I got to the truck and he had put a piece of paper under my wiper. It said, "Please come to public safety. Ask for Ofc. Feltus. Your car was struck." I gimped around it and sighed. Someone had backed into my truck. I went to the Public Safety building, and there was a silver Lincoln LS there with a big dent in the back bumper cover. I went inside and asked for Ofc. Feltus. (Yes, his name makes me giggle like a schoolgirl.) Turns out... The person that backed into me was a professor. She wasn't even going to leave a note, and left. A student called the campus police and reported her. They pulled her on the way to the exit. (What pissed me off isn't the accident. Stuff happens. The lack of responsibility and a note at the very least pissed me off bad.) My hitch ball has a big rub on it (Who cares?), and the bumper cover has a big paintless scrape on it. She proceeded to argue with me and said, "I only hit your hitch. That must've been there before." I looked and said, "Then why is there blue paint on your silver bumper? Did it get scared and jump there to be safe?" (No, she's not one of my professors, and won't be.) The report is available on Tuesday.
So... Today, I'm leaving my Chem class, crutching down the hallway. Right as I put the crutch tips to the ground and put my weight on them, a guy from my class (Really nice guy, by the way,) accidentally kicked the bottom of the right crutch, and down I went.... Hard. I just happened to land with all 230 lbs. of me RIGHT on where I had the surgery. It hurt so forking badly that I couldn't breathe and my eyes started tearing up. It took a minute to catch my breath. He kept trying to help me up. I feel really bad about this, and plan to apologize Monday, but I just screamed, "Leave me the F____ alone!" He was horribly embarassed and left quickly. I didn't know if I should get up or call an ambulance. I slowly and painfully got back to my feet and gimped to the truck and left. Fortunately, i have an ortho appt. tomorrow at 3:00. He'll undoubtedly tell me what got screwed up, if anything.
Someone please email, fax, or paypal me some luck! I really need it!
(I love parenthesis, by the way. And I'm pretty fond of commas as well.)
Okay, so Friday, I had that hip surgery. They cut through the muscle, drilled a hole in my femur, and inserted a tantalum rod inside of it. Friday through Sunday, I couldn't even roll over without wanting to cry. When the doctors say to rate your pain on a 1 to 10 scale, I was at 843. Anyway, the doctor said to stay off of it and stay home for 2 weeks. I'm paying for school, so I'm gonna go. I was at school on Monday.
Anyway, yesterday, I parked in the candihapped spot near my class building at school. Yes, I have a permit. I was outside for a few minutes and glanced over toward the truck to see a campus cop near it with his lights on. I thought, "So what. I'm legal..." A minute or so later, I heard my horn honk 4 times. My horn is pretty distinctive. I knew it was my shock sensor. I thought, "What the hell?" and made my way to it on my gimpy crutches. The cop was pulling away and I stopped him. I said, "You didn't just write me a ticket, did you?" He said, "No, meet me at the public safety building." I got to the truck and he had put a piece of paper under my wiper. It said, "Please come to public safety. Ask for Ofc. Feltus. Your car was struck." I gimped around it and sighed. Someone had backed into my truck. I went to the Public Safety building, and there was a silver Lincoln LS there with a big dent in the back bumper cover. I went inside and asked for Ofc. Feltus. (Yes, his name makes me giggle like a schoolgirl.) Turns out... The person that backed into me was a professor. She wasn't even going to leave a note, and left. A student called the campus police and reported her. They pulled her on the way to the exit. (What pissed me off isn't the accident. Stuff happens. The lack of responsibility and a note at the very least pissed me off bad.) My hitch ball has a big rub on it (Who cares?), and the bumper cover has a big paintless scrape on it. She proceeded to argue with me and said, "I only hit your hitch. That must've been there before." I looked and said, "Then why is there blue paint on your silver bumper? Did it get scared and jump there to be safe?" (No, she's not one of my professors, and won't be.) The report is available on Tuesday.
So... Today, I'm leaving my Chem class, crutching down the hallway. Right as I put the crutch tips to the ground and put my weight on them, a guy from my class (Really nice guy, by the way,) accidentally kicked the bottom of the right crutch, and down I went.... Hard. I just happened to land with all 230 lbs. of me RIGHT on where I had the surgery. It hurt so forking badly that I couldn't breathe and my eyes started tearing up. It took a minute to catch my breath. He kept trying to help me up. I feel really bad about this, and plan to apologize Monday, but I just screamed, "Leave me the F____ alone!" He was horribly embarassed and left quickly. I didn't know if I should get up or call an ambulance. I slowly and painfully got back to my feet and gimped to the truck and left. Fortunately, i have an ortho appt. tomorrow at 3:00. He'll undoubtedly tell me what got screwed up, if anything.
Someone please email, fax, or paypal me some luck! I really need it!
(I love parenthesis, by the way. And I'm pretty fond of commas as well.)
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And no, I haven't missed a single class so far.
