Achilles Heel
I got a literal Achilles' heel 2 nights ago.
Foot got caught in the wheel of Brandon's bike. Yes, while it was speeding down the road. My track shoe got removed up to half my foot. The flesh on my heel, gone.
It was blindingly painful. I was intoxicated and that helped buffer some of the pain (you know how alcohol increases your threshold for pain..). If I hadn't drank that night, I'd probably have passed out from the pain. Alcohol does good, sometimes.
We were around 2 minutes from my place when the mishap happened. I felt a sharp pain and next thing I knew, my shoe was nearly falling off my mutilated foot.
By the time we got home, I was woozy and about to faint. I couldn't comprehend what was going on and was feeling disoriented. I had to be supported off the bike and plonked onto the pavement.
Brandon pushed a piece of tissue against my bleeding wound and I was just trying to keep from fainting. We spent five minutes fussing over my foot before he escorted me to the lift. My heel couldn't touch the ground. I couldn't walk steadily and had to hobble and limp my way home.
Went to the doctor the next day but not before my mom nearly tore my head off (she never allowed me on bikes after one accident on one). This time was my bad because my mom constantly chimes 'No bikes' everytime before I leave the house. I hadn't listened to her and I paid for it.
I still kept my appointment with Max, although we went to his place for DVDs instead of the cinema for movies. The M brothers were really concerned about my foot and I felt like their little princess sister. Ah..... why the hell did I get sisters? Big EEW!
My foot is getting better although I still get intense pain now and then (especially the first few steps after rest). I still can't use my heel and I don't think I can for at least another 3 days. I have to go back to the doctor's on Monday.
One thing that disappointed me though. Brandon didn't ask about my foot at all since that night. In fact, I haven't heard from him since. It's not very nice of him is it? Well, if that's what it takes to know the friends we have, I guess it's kinda worth the pain.
No wait. No shit can be worth this much pain.
Foot got caught in the wheel of Brandon's bike. Yes, while it was speeding down the road. My track shoe got removed up to half my foot. The flesh on my heel, gone.
It was blindingly painful. I was intoxicated and that helped buffer some of the pain (you know how alcohol increases your threshold for pain..). If I hadn't drank that night, I'd probably have passed out from the pain. Alcohol does good, sometimes.
We were around 2 minutes from my place when the mishap happened. I felt a sharp pain and next thing I knew, my shoe was nearly falling off my mutilated foot.
By the time we got home, I was woozy and about to faint. I couldn't comprehend what was going on and was feeling disoriented. I had to be supported off the bike and plonked onto the pavement.
Brandon pushed a piece of tissue against my bleeding wound and I was just trying to keep from fainting. We spent five minutes fussing over my foot before he escorted me to the lift. My heel couldn't touch the ground. I couldn't walk steadily and had to hobble and limp my way home.
Went to the doctor the next day but not before my mom nearly tore my head off (she never allowed me on bikes after one accident on one). This time was my bad because my mom constantly chimes 'No bikes' everytime before I leave the house. I hadn't listened to her and I paid for it.
I still kept my appointment with Max, although we went to his place for DVDs instead of the cinema for movies. The M brothers were really concerned about my foot and I felt like their little princess sister. Ah..... why the hell did I get sisters? Big EEW!
My foot is getting better although I still get intense pain now and then (especially the first few steps after rest). I still can't use my heel and I don't think I can for at least another 3 days. I have to go back to the doctor's on Monday.
One thing that disappointed me though. Brandon didn't ask about my foot at all since that night. In fact, I haven't heard from him since. It's not very nice of him is it? Well, if that's what it takes to know the friends we have, I guess it's kinda worth the pain.
No wait. No shit can be worth this much pain.
posted by Sharry at 10:55:00 PM
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