Scrapes and pain. My stupidity began to sink in as everyone turned and lifted me off the glass.
My heels had fallen off in the ironic crash. My Stella unharmed. I was dragged to the bathtub.
I laughed at the pain. That half hearted half hurt laugh. The one to remind yourself that you're okay.
You're just a dumb ass.
It had been quite a day, so why not finish it off by breaking a glass table whilst I attempted to dance to a Beatles song and walk from the couch to the floor using a small glass table as my middle man? Albeit an expensive one I'm sure.
I washed out the glass with Helen and Kelsey's help while Jeff tended to a passed out Judy.
Disinfection.
The smell of blood wasn't very pleasant, nor was the wave of exhaustion. I tried walking on it and figured since it wasn't totally mangled I was walking away a lucky woman, a lucky unbroken leg woman.
Elevation.
Ice.
Bandage wait.. wait.. wait..
Once I made it home, showered, I felt better.
Now to pay my bill.
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