Thursday, September 24, 2009

my week in a nutshell.

so, i'm kind of tired of having the uber awkward conversation about what happened to me on monday with people (you know, the oh-so-usual conversation of "hey" "hey" "how's it going" "okay" "okay?" "well, i was hit by a truck" thing tends to freak people out). so, i figured this would be a viable outlet to let just about everyone i've ever met in my entire life in on what happened while skipping people looking at me like i'm a ticking time bomb.

the set up:

there's a girl (let's call her: christine hammond) sitting on a bench holding a box of donuts she bought for her co-worker's birthday (remember the donuts for later. this is what we like to call a "smoking gun") waiting for everyone else to get to work and open up.

enter vehicle number one (let's call it: gray F250) heading north on myrtle avenue.

enter vehicle number two (let's call it: white van) backing out of a diagonal parking spot on myrtle avenue

vehicle number one (gray f250) swerves to miss vehicle number two (white van) and hits vehicle number three (not yet introduced, but has no other point in the story)heading south on myrtle.

f250 loses control and hits girl on bench (christine hammond), sending her into the street, and continues out of control halfway through building number one (let's call it: vitaganza)

pandemonium.

christine hammond is covered in jelly donut (from aforementioned "smoking gun" birthday donuts) which she is convinced is blood oozing from her thigh. it isn't. it is just the comedic element that needs to shine through in any story involving me.

well, that's pretty much the long and the short of it. i've got some bruising and a couple of fractured ribs, but it could have been a lot worse. it probably should have been a lot worse. i'm very grateful to have not died. i'm unbelievably thankful to have the friends and family that i have. i practically have my own little shrine from all of the care packages i've received. thank you so much for being a part of my life. i know it's corny, but having the threat of everything you love taken away makes you appreciate it all. so thank you.

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