I was hit by a car yesterday. It kind of rattled me both emotionally and, obviously, physically. I tried to play it off like it was no big thing, even though I guess I was crying a lot. Not obnoxiously, though, which is strange for me. I'm usually very loud when I cry. So maybe it wasn't so much crying as it was my eyes getting puffy and leaking salty liquid.
I chose to go through the rest of the school day, showing how bad ass I can be. I ended up skipping 4th hour to hang out with some people who were with me when I got hit. I got a lot of hugs from my friends, whose shoulders I cried on heavily, and from a few people who I don't normally talk to When it was time for 5th hour and I stood up, I knew something was wrong with my ankle and foot, but I didn't know how bad it was and since it didn't bother me when I was sitting down, I didn't think too much of it.
When I got home, though, I noticed something was wrong with my foot. It was painful no matter how I positioned it. My mom decided to take me to an orthopedic doctor who's way out past the Mall of America. As we were arriving at the medical place, my brother called to see where the hell me and my parents were. My mom handed me the phone and when I told him I got hit by a car, he FREAKED out. More so than both of my parents combined when I told them. Through apologetic sobs, I told him what happened and he calmed down a bit. After a couple of minutes, we were even joking about the whole thing...
-to be continued-
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On a related note to your processing on Wednesday, I am blown away by the by number of people who care very sincerely for you. In such a short time, you have made marvelous connections and friendships in the CAHS community. I hope your ankle is alright and I'm so very sorry about the accident.
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