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Fountain
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I was returning home after a shopping spree. As I got up to get off the bus, I tripped over a ledge and fell to the floor, landing on my foot, which was twisted and torn. It hurt so much I couldn't get up!
With the help of kind people, I managed to pull myself up to a standing position, only to discover that I couldn't stand on my foot. I asked for help, and a kind guy let me lean on him so that I could get off the bus. I sat down at the side of the road, and called for an ambulance - my foot hurt so much I couldn't walk home!
At the hospital, I had to wait for a doctor to come and see me. I was parked on a stretcher right in front of the front desk, so I got to watch ER Live - it was very dramatic today, what with a car accident and a girl who had had some kind of horse-related injury, and someone, don't know whom, who according to his/her company suddenly started to bleed a lot. Running, running. It settled down after half an hour, and I worked up the courage to ask for a newspaper. I was taken to the X-ray, waited another 20 minutes in a cold corridor, had my bones photographed, and was returned to my original corridor. It was obviously a very slow day, because they wheeled me into a room of my own!
A few years ago, I had a similar accident, when I tore loose a muscle from its place at the bone, and I figured that the same thing had happened now, but the nurses/doctors/people in white coats (what part of the hospital WAS this???) said that it was just a bad strain. Something inside that had been pulled out too far, and needed rest then exercise to rehab. All that nonsense for a strained ancle!
I called my parents, and they helped me to get home, since I couldn't very likely hop on my crutches to the bus, up on the bus, down from the bus, change bus, same routine, and then hop home from the bus stop and up the stairs to my aprtment on the third floor, now, could I? I developed a very interesting way of creeping up the stairs, since I couldn't very well put my only remaining foot through the agony of having 118 kilos jumping up the stairs. I half-crawled, half-climbed up to my apartment, and now I'm seated in my favourite chair in front of the computer, with all the merchandise stored away by my loving mother. She was kind enough to buy extra milk and bread for me, since I'm now trapped inside for atleast 3-4 days, since I can't walk the stairs.
So... here I am. Sitting in front of the TV/computer/stereo, feeling sorry for myself, and looking at the remote control to find the pour-your-pity-over-me button.
And I was going to put up a new shower curtain tonight!
With the help of kind people, I managed to pull myself up to a standing position, only to discover that I couldn't stand on my foot. I asked for help, and a kind guy let me lean on him so that I could get off the bus. I sat down at the side of the road, and called for an ambulance - my foot hurt so much I couldn't walk home!
At the hospital, I had to wait for a doctor to come and see me. I was parked on a stretcher right in front of the front desk, so I got to watch ER Live - it was very dramatic today, what with a car accident and a girl who had had some kind of horse-related injury, and someone, don't know whom, who according to his/her company suddenly started to bleed a lot. Running, running. It settled down after half an hour, and I worked up the courage to ask for a newspaper. I was taken to the X-ray, waited another 20 minutes in a cold corridor, had my bones photographed, and was returned to my original corridor. It was obviously a very slow day, because they wheeled me into a room of my own!
A few years ago, I had a similar accident, when I tore loose a muscle from its place at the bone, and I figured that the same thing had happened now, but the nurses/doctors/people in white coats (what part of the hospital WAS this???) said that it was just a bad strain. Something inside that had been pulled out too far, and needed rest then exercise to rehab. All that nonsense for a strained ancle!
I called my parents, and they helped me to get home, since I couldn't very likely hop on my crutches to the bus, up on the bus, down from the bus, change bus, same routine, and then hop home from the bus stop and up the stairs to my aprtment on the third floor, now, could I? I developed a very interesting way of creeping up the stairs, since I couldn't very well put my only remaining foot through the agony of having 118 kilos jumping up the stairs. I half-crawled, half-climbed up to my apartment, and now I'm seated in my favourite chair in front of the computer, with all the merchandise stored away by my loving mother. She was kind enough to buy extra milk and bread for me, since I'm now trapped inside for atleast 3-4 days, since I can't walk the stairs.
So... here I am. Sitting in front of the TV/computer/stereo, feeling sorry for myself, and looking at the remote control to find the pour-your-pity-over-me button.
And I was going to put up a new shower curtain tonight!
