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[timeripple]

Only I could fall on my head and have my first worry be not “Do I have a concussion?!” but “Did my nose just break?! Please don’t let my nose be broken!!!”

On second thought, I’m willing to bet that at least 50% of the US female population would have gone that route too. (I'm no Anne Shirley, but I've sort of gotten used to my nose the way it is.) And I was pretty worried about the concussion aspect immediately after that. Am I redeemed?

...Okay, how about this: Only I would worry about getting a concussion from falling headfirst onto my bed.

Let us take a moment to reflect upon my total and utter fail.

I think I’m okay. My neck muscles are stiff and I feel like I'm wearing Cardassian neck prosthetics. My head feels kind of thick and achy, especially at the base of the skull, but it’s not a sharp pain. And my nose doesn’t actually hurt anymore, so I don’t think it’s broken. It looks normal. The bit at the tip is normally kind of red and knobby and wiggly anyway.

Um. I just seem to be having mobility issues lately. I slip on things in the subway. I trip on the stairs (although I blame this on my too-large flip-flops). I have trouble navigating around people everywhere. Look, body, I’ve seen half of One Litre of Tears and I DO NOT NEED THIS RIGHT NOW. OR EVER. *cries*

If Ryo were around to help me bear the pain, that would be a different matter.

CLEARLY I HAVE GONE INSANE. PLEASE SEND HELP. RACHEL, THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT.

In other news, I’ve just reached Caput V: Angiportum Diagonion in Harrius Potter et Philosophi Lapis. The book continues to be hilarious and fantastic for being in Latin. I continue to be pretentious and absurd for reading Latin on the subway.

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[timeripple.livejournal.com]

Oh, the police. Well... actually I think I posted about it at one point. My first month in LA, early October 2006 that would be, I managed to slam my thumb in a car door. I immediately felt dizzy like I was going to faint- must have hit a nerve ending or something- so the girl I was with helped me into the nearest diner through the unlocked door.

The diner, apparently, was not open for business and had some kind of silent alarm. About ten minutes later a couple of very confused policemen showed up. We were equally confused. Luckily they decided we were not criminals. Insane, possibly, but not criminals.

Come to think of it, the time I fell off the top bunk and hit my leg on a chair involved Campus Po, so I'll tell that one too.

One fine April morning I slipped on the ladder and fell from the top bunk onto my desk chair. My leg started turning interesting colors. I promptly swooned. snowqueenofhoth called Campus Po and assisted me to a rather fetching red silk-covered couch downstairs. I swooned again. Campus Po arrived and dismissed Rachel. The next thing I knew, I was standing alone outside a closed Health Services at 7 am with no memory of how I'd gotten there.

The worst part is, I was late for my Greek class.

[kayselkiemoon.livejournal.com]

The next thing I knew, I was standing alone outside a closed Health Services at 7 am with no memory of how I'd gotten there.

I hate those moments...

glad you're feeling better.