So yesterday I got run over. Well I say run over, I think I am too big to run over, it was more 'knocked down.'
Chavvy old banger near the slip road bit near the Lotus House V Alex after the gym. I wasn;t wearing my iPod and although I might not have been paying 100% attention I know I did not see that car when I started to cross. It flew round the corner and just clipped me on the hip, knocking me over to the curb (well I guess I was going that direction anyways so the push wasn't nessecary)
No broken bones as far as I can tell. The bruises on my shins are minimal but the bumps are not. My hip wasn't too bad but today hurts like a bitch and I thought it was the right side that hurt more because I was walking funny to compensate, but now its both sides, but the ball sockety bit on the left side (which is where I took a clump)
I also have a bump on my head. So yes. Do not stop and see if I am okay, drive off and thanks to all the nonexistant locals in their cars who just carried on and didn't even stop. Not that it was busy but you would have thought someone might have seen the whole thing and offered to make me sweet tea for the shock. No. Bastards. Anywhoo, I hobbled home wimpering and cursing that I had no credit to text or call anyone and then lay on the sofa for a bit with a sleeping bag, then got into bed, via a bath which was hard to get in/out of. I am having pizza for my dinner as a treat.
THE WORSE thing is that I STILL can't take any fucking ibuprofen or anti-inflamatories because of my sodding stomach medicene which I am still on for another week, well just under. In other news, that isn't so bad now. It was expensive but I think the appointment was worth it for that.
Allow me to introduce myself
- Alex
- Well she's all you'd ever want, she's the kind they'd like to flaunt and take to dinner. Well she always knows her place. She's got style, she's got grace, She's a winner. She's a Lady. Whoa whoa whoa, She's a Lady. None of this is true about me. I am a British gal who has recently uplifted and moved to the US to be with her lovely husband. Between the two of us we have racked up some lovely tattoos and a daughter called Adelaide. She is okay, I guess.
Push my buttons
2 comments:
JESUS F-ING CHRIST ALEX!
Are you okay?
OMG! I can't believe that no one stopped to see if you were okay!
Bastards!
Bastard driver!
You wimper all you want to honey!
I know what it's like to have stomach acid - I get really bad heartburn and tummy pains a lot (just ask Michelle), I don't want to know if I have an ulcer - I hate doctors and all that jazz.
God, I can't believe this - are you sure you're okay? Bastard driver!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well for what it's worth, my life's full of Job Centre fun and games (I've left the teaching thing behind me), potty training, designing t-shirts for my brother's company and contacting tattooists in Colchester to see if they want an apprentice.
Hey, if you want a break, there's still a room for you for a weekend or so in sunny Brightlingsea! :)
Please get yourself stronger 'Lex.
If your hip still hurts in a couple of days please go see the doctor. Can't believe there are cunts out there who hit and run, especially in nice touristy old Jersey. That is absolutely awful, I hope the bumps go down and I have made you an imaginary cup of hot, sweet tea. With digestives.
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