I have no great revelation that you're not sure about whether or not it's a joke, or at least, none that I'm going to reveal anyway. I just have my b-day in just two days. Weird. Turning 24 kind of sneaked up on me this year. I feel like it should be more momentous, but I guess that should be when I turn a full quarter century old next year. Ah well. So I failed last month. My goal was to update 10 blogs during the month of March, but I think it might be excused as I set that goal on march 30th and the whole I got run over by a car on March 31st kind of distracting me.
For those of you who are interested in what happened here it is, is my normal, meandering format. I decided to opt for a little excercise by skateboarding from the bus transfer stop because it wasn't an unreasonable distance from work. Yesterday was not the best day to do that apparently. As I was skating down the sidewalk, I saw some traffic waiting at the stop light. I didn't think anything of it, so I just continued skating into the crosswalk. I didn't realize that the car closest to the sidewalk with it's right blinker on had a driver that had not seen me, and he was checking for incoming traffic for the lane he intended to turn into. This is all well and good right up until he hit the gas without looking back to make sure that no one had sailed directly into his path. I was several feet away, so I had a bit of time to react, not enough time to say, "You're about to strike me with your vehicle!" I shoved my longboard behind me as I stepped off and tried to jump back out of the way. The problem was that as I tried to land, my heels caught on the pavement and I fell back with my legs splayed out. At this point that left the car's trajectory to run both wheels on it's right hand side over both my shins, which it did. The driver immediate pulled over after realizing what he'd done. I tried to stand up immediate, which was a mistake, as I almost passed out. I sat down on the grass and a guy pulled over right in front of me and another truck pulled over and another man and a woman got out. They all asked me if I was okay, if they could give me a ride to the hospital. I was in shock at this point and kind of working my head through the pain. After a minute I got up and said I'd be okay and sent everybody on their way and proceeded to finish skating to work. Let me pause for a moment and say yes, I was an idiot. I didn't ask for any of his information, I didn't call the police, yet, and I didn't go to the hospital, yet. I was worried about work and so, in shock, I just insisted on going to work. After about two hours at work my legs started to really bother me and numerous people insisted that I both report it to the police and go to the hospital. I followed their advice, talked to both, although I didn't have any information other than a vague description of the guy and his car so the Police really couldn't do anything. Went to the doctors after that, had only one of my legs X-Rayed, because that one was the only one really troubling me. X-rays came back showing not a single crack or fracture. I lost a lot of skin and hair, and there was a little muscle and ligament damage, but definitely nothing serious. I can already dance a jig, not that I dance jigs.
Guten Morgen, und wenn ich nicht sehen können, Guten Nachtmittag, guten Abend und gute Nacht!