but, there are broken bones. fortunately, they are not mine. my godsis - eda - was horseriding and in a freak accident, got thrown of her horse. the result? breaking her thigh bone in 8 places. i think it's 8. something severe like that.
that was six months ago.
last week, she blacked out from too much climbing of stairs and fell on her leg. she noticed a pain in her leg and hobbled around in her crutches. my godmother thought she was being melodramatic about her leg, so she waited for her next doc's appointment which was two days later.
when she hobbled into the doctor's, he immediately shook his head.
"oh dear. what have you done? quick! go to the x-ray!"
it seems she managed to break the metal plate which in turn, fractured her thigh bone. and this was a NEW fracture. -_-
only eda could manage a feat like this. imagine hobbling around with a broken leg for two days!
she showed me the metal plate and screws she had in her leg. i looked at the bag and weighed it in my hand.
"goddamn girl! you're like a walking ikea cupboard!"
"yeah, i know, right."
lucky she's a rich bitch and can afford to stay in the premium rooms of DSH. it's nicer than a lot of hotel rooms! right in front of her bed is a wood paneled wall with a flat screen tv. and the room comes with wi-fi. not so bad being in hospital, really.
plus, she was given a bouquet of ermm... vegetables. which actually looked really nice! apparently my godmother commented on the bouquet,
"we can make curry with it after this." -_-
i was thinking more along the lines of salad.
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