Valerunner
Probably shouldn't be here.
- Pronoun
- She/her
No, seriously.
About 2 months ago, I had a rather nasty car crash. I was walking home, rain and all. Some new driver (L plate on the hood) forgot to signal and considering this road is notoriously hard to cross, I thought she was going straight on into town. Instead, she turned left just as I crossed and my ribs hit the bumper badly.
Took about a few weeks to recover, since it was minor. I was given one of those painkiller buttons, and the only thing I can really remember for the first few days were people milling about, then the "brain being stuffed with cotton swabs" feeling. Then when I finally stopped myself pressing the button, I envisioned myself in Scrubs. It wasn't half-bad. Though apparently I was lucky to be bone-thin; if I were any heavier my spine would've given due to the reactive force.
Anyway, when I got out I found out I had my own "appreciation society" on facebook. People actually missed me in school, and not only because I do everything when in a group. I got get-well cards and such.
The best thing was that the woman who ran me over worked at Heath Hospital as a nurse, and she looked after me for the first few weeks. Her name's Leah and she's just hit 25 a few days ago. She's a nice woman, and during the night when I couldn't sleep she used to just talk to me until either she was called for or I fell asleep.
Also, I went to her 25th and got ever so slightly drunk. Not "drunk" drunk, just enough to flirt with university students. It was awkward, but with her height you wouldn't notice there was an age difference between us.
About 2 months ago, I had a rather nasty car crash. I was walking home, rain and all. Some new driver (L plate on the hood) forgot to signal and considering this road is notoriously hard to cross, I thought she was going straight on into town. Instead, she turned left just as I crossed and my ribs hit the bumper badly.
Took about a few weeks to recover, since it was minor. I was given one of those painkiller buttons, and the only thing I can really remember for the first few days were people milling about, then the "brain being stuffed with cotton swabs" feeling. Then when I finally stopped myself pressing the button, I envisioned myself in Scrubs. It wasn't half-bad. Though apparently I was lucky to be bone-thin; if I were any heavier my spine would've given due to the reactive force.
Anyway, when I got out I found out I had my own "appreciation society" on facebook. People actually missed me in school, and not only because I do everything when in a group. I got get-well cards and such.
The best thing was that the woman who ran me over worked at Heath Hospital as a nurse, and she looked after me for the first few weeks. Her name's Leah and she's just hit 25 a few days ago. She's a nice woman, and during the night when I couldn't sleep she used to just talk to me until either she was called for or I fell asleep.
Also, I went to her 25th and got ever so slightly drunk. Not "drunk" drunk, just enough to flirt with university students. It was awkward, but with her height you wouldn't notice there was an age difference between us.
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