Once upon a time during my junior year of college, when I was a just a little 20 year old, I went out in public looking like this...
I know you're probably wondering why I was looking so cool on this September evening back in 2004.
Why, I was off to the local roller rink for a night of wacky tacky roller skating...
A very natural thing for college girls to do on their Friday nights. Am I wrong?
And let's not ignore my pose in this photo. Apparently throwing gang signs in the air seemed appropriate on this night. (And yes KP, I am sharing this lovely picture of you with all of the world wide webs!)
Anyhow...it was a fun night of roller skating in our wacky and tackiest, and all was well in the night until the last 10 minutes when I was over by a table, STANDING STILL, and my feet sort of just went out from under me.
Let me repeat that for you...I was NOT SKATING. I was STANDING STILL. I am the girl who who broke her elbow by standing still and falling flat on her bottom.
I went to break my fall with my hands and the pressure went straight to my left elbow leaving me with a hairline fracture. So, my dear friend KP took me to the ER ...the saddest part was, I was still in my wacky tacky clothes, minus a few pieces. Off to the ER we went in my camo pants and tie dye.
After an x-ray and several hours of waiting, the doctor finally came in, to report that yes, my elbow was indeed fractured, and I'd be getting the largest temporary elbow cast in the history of the Rockingham Memorial Hospital.
I was not too happy about this. In fact, I may have had a bit a mental break down that weekend worrying about how I would survive for the rest of the semester with a broken elbow. I temporarily believed that my inability to wash my hair and put on my deodorant would be a good reason to drop our for the semester. Thank goodness I came to my senses.
And that, my friends, is the tale of the time I broke my elbow. Up until that point in my life, I had a lot of pride in the fact that I had never broken or sprained a bone; however, I was happy to trade in that pride to able to tell the story about the time I broke my arm by standing up, all while wearing camo and tie dye, and 3 multi colored scarves.
That is a much cooler story to share.