So yeah. I am broken...



Again.




Long story short, I got thrown from a moving vehical. Face meet asphalt, asphalt meet face; that kind of thrown for a vehical, except it was gravel. I am not sure if I am better off that it was gravel or not.

If it was asphalt, I would probably have broken something, like my neck.
However I Would probably still have a lot more skin on the left side of my body.

List of injuries:
Most of the skin ripped from me left elbow.
"Road Rash" from my left for arm to my left hand
"Road Rash" from Just above my love handle to just below my knee (left side)
Some "Road rash" on my lower back and ass (Not to bad there)
Severe Sprain in my right wrist (Didn't help that I had already broken that arm a few years back and have issues due to surgery.)
My whole ribcage is a nice blackish blue color.
Hurts to breath, Cough or sneeze (which sucks since I also have the Flu.)
Slight sprain in my neck (right side)
And A fucked up shoulder blade (just glad it is in one peace)

Now The reason I am telling my few viewers this is not to garner attention, or sympathy, But to instead show what an awesome bad ass I am.
just 2 hours after this accident I was in my car Driving to San Francisco, without seeing a doctor or going to a hospital. (7:30 hour drive if you obey speed limits ^.^). I had taken a few of my old shirts, taken my hunting knife cut them up and bandaged my badly bloodied areas, and Immobilized my right wrist, for the most part.

Now I am sure Anyone still reading this is asking why the hell I would drag my Injured bloody ass up to SF without seeing a doctor. Simple, but stupid; I had a wedding to go to. Thankfully not my own... that would have looked pretty bad.

A dear, and Good friend of mine was getting Married to the girl of his dreams, And I had made a promise to be there, come hell or high water. Its a really good thing I wasn't the best man or something, that too would have looked pretty bad.

I got to My hotel About 3am. Checked in. Went to My room. and began preparations for the morning. Washed all of my Make shift bandages. Properly clean my cuts, Assessed the damage to my wrist(at the time I was concerned it might have been a hairline fracture crazy swelling and a lot more pain then I remembered from a sprained wrist), and redressed the areas that needed to be covered before I went to Sleep, to avoid further damage and blooding up the hotels sheets, I wanted my fucking $150 deposit back.

9 am the alarm rang. I tried to get up, and pain shot through most of my body. I love how most mussel injuries manifest a day or so after an incident. After a good 10-15 minutes of giving myself a prep talk, "you can do it. It will only hurt for a second I promise. Just don't look at it," I got up.

I began to Check my injuries again, for infection, or any other things I may have overlooked... Like the pebble stuck under the callous on my right thumb (major ouch pulling that fucking thing out). Once I was satisfied I should be needing any major medical attention or risk loosing something, I bandaged myself back up. Tying the scraps of shirts Tightly around the damaged areas, so I could hide them under my 3 piece suit.

I put my suit on slowly. I looked damn sexy too. the only thing that could be seen in regards to my injuries was the "Brace" I had made for my wrist to keep from moving it too much.

So I go to the wedding, and get a nice warm feeling from the ceremony. Eat Yummy food at the reception, danced with a cute Chinese girl to some 90's dance CD...

and you know what-





TOTALLY WORTH IT.


I don't really like weddings, but Happy people are always fun to have around.


Good friends, Good Food, Good boos, Good times.


SALUTÉ!