So yesterday I mentioned that there was a lab that would help me greatly with one of my classes and I might not get to go? I did get to go, meaning I got the help I needed and turned my assignment in with some confidence. Only... what I went through to get to that lab was fairly hellish.
So the car situation posed a rather big problem, and it got resolved at basically the last minute. I stressed myself about it up to that point, though still I refuse to sweat it any longer, seeing as how it worked itself out. Here's where things get really stupid. I was in a hurry to get something to my bro (his hat he needed for work) and get back in the car. So in my rush to get down his front steps, I missed one and came down really hard on my left leg. As soon as I did this, I heard my knee crack. Yeah, my brain was all like, "NOT GOOD!" It didn't hurt just yet, but that was a bad noise that I hadn't wanted to hear.
So my leg gives out, and I let it, afraid that if I land on it further, it will end up sprained or (GOD FORBID) broken. I tumble forward, catch myself on my hands and right hip, and sit there for a minute so I can get my bearings. Maybe at 26 I should be able to leap up from a fall like that and do a jig, but my legs were all rubbery and telling my brain that there was no way in hell they'd ever support my weight again! Not after that monkey business!
So I sit there, cursing to myself while dad comes over and asks if I'm okay. ...Not really, but I get up. My leg wobbles and aches, and I proceed to limp to the car. He asks if I should still be going to class, and I argue that I don't have much of a choice. So yeah, I'm going. I cowboyed up the best I could, but my knee twinged all the way to the college, which was a half hour drive. Luckily, my dad was at the wheel, so I didn't have to worry about the driving part.
I wanted to cry so bad. After the day I had been treated to, I just wanted to break down and have a good wail. By some miracle, I stayed myself, reminding my overactive girly emotions that I had a class to go to, and I wasn't about to show up with red eyes and a sniffly nose. I already had mud on the ass and right knee my jeans (no time to change), and that was bad enough. Not to mention that I started doing my silly, fangirl thing and thinking, what would Dean think of you if you started bawling because you strained your wittle knee? Don't be a puss! Yeah, the tough love worked, believe it or not.
I told Kaz later that I looked like a hobo with my muddy jeans, yet no one said a WORD. And her reply was that no one wanted to get beat up by a hobo for pointing out their dirty pants. HA! Win! I am the mighty hobo! FEAR ME!
At any rate, my knee is sore today, but it was obviously just a strain. Not anything worse than that. So pain pills and staying off of it (easy for old lazybones here) should have me back in tiptop shape soon enough. Just thought I'd share that saga with you all, LOL!
Ghani, this could so easily be Dan talking to Thora...
( Falling On by Finger Eleven - Lyrics )And look! One from Thora to Dan:
( I Could Get Used To This by The Veronicas - Lyrics ) 
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