SweetWitch
Green Goddess
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Warning: Graphic content!
Here in the Midwest, we have a little thing called winter. With winter comes the joy of winter storms. Sometimes they come in the form of whirling white with frigid temperatures. Sometimes they come with sheets of rain that turn to ice on contact.
It was the sheets of ice that came pouring from sky this week. The day it began, the temperature dropped just below freezing, making the commute to work interesting, to say the least.
It wasn’t the commute, though, that caused the trouble. It was getting from the door of one’s house to the door of one’s vehicle.
Some of you know my webmaster and graphic artist, Joey Walnuts. Those who know him instantly like him. He’s a giant teddy bear of a man with a wicked laugh and is quick with a joke. He’s fun, creative and intelligent, and there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for a friend.
In the past months, he's had shoulder surgery, a nasty bout with flu and a nose-bleeding incident that cost him a pint of blood--and his nose had to be painfully cauterized. But fate wasn't finished with him yet.
This week, while walking through the raining ice to his truck, Joey took a hell of a fall. With the truck door open, his feet skittered from under him and he landed on the bottom rail of the truck. His feet kept moving, pulling from the floor rail to the concrete on the ground.
The injury was bad. It was more horrible than you can imagine. I’m told it will take months for him to heal.
Yes, that’s right. He bruised his coccyx. There is no real treatment for a bruised coccyx. Ice, painkillers, one of those funky donuts to sit on seem to be his only recourse. Maybe a little TLC will help.
http://i252.photobucket.com/albums/hh34/Molly_Wens/elves/joeysass.jpg
Any volunteers to kiss it better?
Here in the Midwest, we have a little thing called winter. With winter comes the joy of winter storms. Sometimes they come in the form of whirling white with frigid temperatures. Sometimes they come with sheets of rain that turn to ice on contact.
It was the sheets of ice that came pouring from sky this week. The day it began, the temperature dropped just below freezing, making the commute to work interesting, to say the least.
It wasn’t the commute, though, that caused the trouble. It was getting from the door of one’s house to the door of one’s vehicle.
Some of you know my webmaster and graphic artist, Joey Walnuts. Those who know him instantly like him. He’s a giant teddy bear of a man with a wicked laugh and is quick with a joke. He’s fun, creative and intelligent, and there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for a friend.
In the past months, he's had shoulder surgery, a nasty bout with flu and a nose-bleeding incident that cost him a pint of blood--and his nose had to be painfully cauterized. But fate wasn't finished with him yet.
This week, while walking through the raining ice to his truck, Joey took a hell of a fall. With the truck door open, his feet skittered from under him and he landed on the bottom rail of the truck. His feet kept moving, pulling from the floor rail to the concrete on the ground.
The injury was bad. It was more horrible than you can imagine. I’m told it will take months for him to heal.
Yes, that’s right. He bruised his coccyx. There is no real treatment for a bruised coccyx. Ice, painkillers, one of those funky donuts to sit on seem to be his only recourse. Maybe a little TLC will help.
http://i252.photobucket.com/albums/hh34/Molly_Wens/elves/joeysass.jpg
Any volunteers to kiss it better?
It's a miracle he didn't injure his spine.
