THE DAY I BROKE MY HIP(or so it feels)
So there I am, typing away on the computer, when Mom suddenly hollars for me. Me being a good daughter, I jump up right away and head for my bedroom door. As I'm running towards my door though, I somehow manage to run my hip right into this island table that's in my room. I lift the whole table off of the floor and move it a good 5 inches. Not seeing what's so painful about this? Read on.
When I say I ran my hip into that table, when I mean is that I basically rammed my hip bone into the corner of that deckin' table, and did what feels like a 180 on my back. It hurt so bad, that I couldn't even breathe. Now my back hurts like heck, my hip bone is red and bruised, and I'm pretty sure I'm going to need a cane.
Sad thing is, I've done the same thing before with a HUGE glass table a few years ago. It also hurt really bad, but not anywhere as bad as this time does. Ugh...
There's your first lesson about me, dear readers. I'm a huge klutz.
When I say I ran my hip into that table, when I mean is that I basically rammed my hip bone into the corner of that deckin' table, and did what feels like a 180 on my back. It hurt so bad, that I couldn't even breathe. Now my back hurts like heck, my hip bone is red and bruised, and I'm pretty sure I'm going to need a cane.
Sad thing is, I've done the same thing before with a HUGE glass table a few years ago. It also hurt really bad, but not anywhere as bad as this time does. Ugh...
There's your first lesson about me, dear readers. I'm a huge klutz.
-Amanda
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