So this morning I left our building to walk to the bus as I normally do. This morning however, I took one step onto the parkinglot and slipped and fell really hard on my butt. Serious hurt. I couldn't even move for a minute. Then I stood myself up and staggered forward to some snow for traction, then as I stood there the world went dark and I couldn't feel my legs and I (somehow) remained standing but momentarily blacked out. That and the blood on my hands convinced me to go back inside. Thank goodness my first class is lab and I can be late (although I don't like to be and generally am early rather than late). So I went upstairs, washed my hands, noticed my face looked waxy yellow-white in the mirror, and sat down on the couch for a while (a few minutes with my head on Andrew's knee). Then I put on my yak-tracks and made my traction-y way to the bus stop to catch the next bus.
So all day my sacrum has hurt like a mo-fo, especially if I bend or twist my torso. Very unfortunate. Thank goodness for Leah and her ever-ready supply of pharmecuticals. I had myself several ibuprofin during class.
In conclusion: I firmly believe that parking lots should not double as ice rinks.
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