October 12, 2006

On this fateful day three years ago, a tragedy occurred in my life. I had just gotten engaged to the man of my dreams 5 days earlier (no, thats not the tragedy... just keep reading) on my birthday to be exact. Obviously, I said yes. So my new fiance and I went up to Shannon to visit granny and I do believe we had planned to go eat when we left... but, we never left. You see, we were on our way out and gettin in the blazer (keep in mind I am wearing my brand spankin new shorts that were the shorts... know what I mean?? you feel great in them, they look great on you and you LOVE them cuz you finally found he perfect shorts...yea, I was wearing those) the blazer, that is lifted 4 inches and has 35 inch tires on it.. I do believe I have told you about this beauty. While getting in the blazer, you dont just slide in gracefully. No, its a very ungraceful process... like one in which if your wearing a skirt... everyone turn your heads type of ungraceful... Its a step on and jump in type thing. So I did as I always did so many times before and jumped right in and plopped down, and it hurt.... rather bad to be honest with you. What is this feeling?? maybe I sat on a tac?? but why would there be a tac in my seat... hmm what else, what else... oh, it must be THE BROKEN GLASS CUP THAT MY FIANCE PUT IN MY SEAT. smart guy huh??? You see, when we first got to shannon, a glass cup that was in the floor board fell out of the blazer and broke, leaving lots of sharp, jagged edges. I, being the nice, caring citizen that I am finally convince Nathaniel to pick it up rather than leave it. So he puts it on my seat. and we both forgot about it... till now, when I sit... or rather plop down on it.

Ok, so once we realize what happened, we both start freaking out. I very fastly get over the embarrassment of the location of the incident and the fact that my new fiancee was having to tend to me. Once he realizes I am bleeding like crazy, he wraps his jacket around me and we walk to the bathroom back inside the hospital to really see the extent of the cut. I am bawling my eyes out and in so much pain and so freaked out... then he mentions the word stitches and i freak out even more... stitches in the buttocks area?? That has to hurt. So he calls his mom (who was up in the room with granny) and she comes down and looks at it and she says oh yea, definitely will need stitches. So I hop in a wheelchair (there really was no hopping involved) and they wheel me to the ER right down the hall where they make me fill out a bunch of paper work and talk to me for what seemed like an eternity. They had to make sure Nat didnt abuse me so they asked him a bunch of questions... and the whole time im thinking HELLO????? HOW BOUT WE SKIP ALL THE TALKIN TILL THIS IS ALL DONE AND OVER WITH?!?!?! They finally get me back in a room and it takes what seems like another eternity for a Dr to come in and look at it to see what needs to be done. I'll skip all the gross details that you probably dont wanna hear about... and ill just say, if you wanna lose all sense of dignity, one- you can have a baby. Or two- you can sit on a glass cup. So about maybe 2 hours after all this, they finally start stitchin it up. It was so deep, they had to stitch the inside of me, and the skin. It was about 3 inches deep and 4 inches long if I remember correctly. It was not a pleasant healing experience either, as you can imagine... not being able to sit for weeks can be rather awkward. I layed on a mattress in the living room for a good long time.

Needless to say, Nat felt absolutely horrible for it... and we DO NOT take glass cups in our vehicles anymore. :)

Thats my story. I still have the glass cup which most people think is disgusting cuz it has dried blood and yucky stuff on it... but why wouldnt I keep it?? What a memory!! It is out in Mertzon in storage which makes me sad cuz I wanted to take a picture to show you. I know, your disappointed. One day i'll get it to show you.

Hope to see everyone back for my next post. :)