As I sit here in a pit of self-loathing because I ate some super greasy chicken strips from the Crack Shack for lunch (seriously, I do believe my esophagus is attempting to come alive just to slap me in the face) I can't help but chuckle about last weekend...
I'm going to tell y'all a little bit of a backstory to get to the story that I want to tell you about...
Last weekend was my friend, Krystle's, 25th birthday. You know we had to do something special. Though I didn't get to put as much planning into it as I'd hoped, and though it didn't go as I had originally planned, we had a blast. I haven't laughed that hard in a long time. The plan was to go to Carrabbas for dinner with the group, then a few of us would go to a movie afterwards. Well, a string of crazy events took place, so our group decreased as the last week drug on.
We got all gussied up and went to Carrabbas for dinner and had a great time. Good friends, good food, good times...(and a key lime trifle that, if I do say so myself, was delicious). We went to see Country Strong afterwards. As I was walking up the ramp to go in the movie theater, I rolled my foot and about busted my butt (the irony is...I was no longer in my heels...but my flip flops). My foot hurt, but I didn't think it was too bad. This movie wasn't one that I was busting at the seams to go see...but actually it wound up being a VERY good movie. A little sad, but very good. I went home that night, after KW's big birthday adventure, and climbed into bed...utterly exhausted.
The next morning, I woke up with my foot throbbing. I nearly cried as I tried to put pressure on it to get out of bed. It took me about 5 minutes to get to my mom's room, which was right next to mine. I begged her to take me to the Emergency Medical place in Gainesville. She agreed...
As my family has their priorities in order (as always), we had to drive to (outside of) Williston to get horse feed first. All the while, my foot throbbing. But now I'm so, so glad we did. I saw something that you just don't see everyday...especially in Williston...
I saw a black tranny in a dress and faux fur coat doing jumping jacks in the parking lot of a jiffy store.
I about rolled. Hilarious.
To finish this story, I found out that I had "sprained my foot." It's better now. It hasn't really hurt me much since Tuesday. However, if ever you have something happen to your foot/ankle, I pray that you know how to use crutches already. I had the nurse laugh at me trying to hobble-crutch myself out of the doctor's office. The compassion overfloweth. ha.
