so disclaimer?
if you don't wanna know, stop reading NOW!
When I was in London, at western, I was crazy innocent. In second year I think all I had ever done was kiss a boy. So I am sitting in my apartment and all of a sudden i get this rush of unbearable pain on my hip bone. Like I am talking it feels like someone stuck a knife in and twisted pain. And then just like that it was gone. So i am like okay, weird, but i continue to write the essay I was doing, until about an hour later the same thing happens, but this time it was so bad i actually got physically sick from the pain. So anyways it is super late at night so i decide I should just go to sleep and deal with this in the morning. Well, that didn't go well because I woke up all night with these surges of pain on my hip bone. Anyways, I get up the next morning and call the on campus doctor and books an appointment for that day. I go in and see the doctor who assess' me. This 60ish year old man does this physical and then looks at me with a straight face and asks me if I play football. I tell him no. He then looks at me and tells me I have ripped my muscle from my hip bone, and that only time will heal. He then goes on to tell me that he has only ever seen this in football players and then looks at me 'knowingly'. Sadly I have no idea how I acquired this football injury, nonetheless, I spent the remainder of that month with those painful surges of pain.
This brings us to present day.
I have a word of advice for you all. 23 is too old to be acting 17. The reason 17 year olds can have sex in cars is because they are young, and their bodies can take that abuse. At 23, your body starts to turn on you in weird ways. All of a sudden it starts to take a bit longer for certain things to go back to normal... a hangover starts to ruin a whole weekend, not just the next day. Basically I am dying slowly, and my body is letting me know it. Anyways, without indulging you all too much, I may have had a nostalgic 17 year old incident this weekend, which really isn't so nostalgic since I had never kissed a boy at 17, but you all catch my drift. I was acting on a whim... not thinking properly.... not accounting for the fact that my body ain't 16 no mo...... anyways I wake up the next morning and my legs are CRAZY shaky .... like insanely..... and then this morning I wake up and I actually think I have done something to my right thigh. My muscle keeps locking up and then I limp and look like 50 cent. Anyways, what makes it worse is that I am constantly around doctors and nurses who notice these things... so after being questioned about it, i have told them all i have a 'running' injury... anyways this doctor INSISTS she looks at my leg and she thinks I may have torn something in my thigh.... i wish i was kidding you.
to conclude... dear muscles.... please start staying attached to where you are supposed to
love michelle lynn
fin
2 comments:
I kind of love that story.
hahahahha
oh my god.
you are the most hilarious girl ever, and i love you.
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