A little over a week ago, I was heading downstairs with my skateboard to go to the gym. The gym I go to is in my neighborhood, part of my development. But it is far enough away from my apartment that I ride my skateboard there. I feel like it adds a little bit extra to my workout by not just getting in the car and driving, yet it is more fun than just simply walking.
I guess it had rained the night before, or the morning of, as it was only 8:30am at this point. But I've ridden my skateboard after it had rained before, so I thought nothing of it. Until I was heading down a hill.
I knew that if I tried to turn, the roads would be too wet and I would wipe out, so instead I kept going straight toward the sidewalk at which point I would just jump off, like I normally do. By the way, I was riding a ripstick, so it is a little more complicated than your average skateboard as it is all about balance.
Just as I was getting ready to jump off, the skateboard slipped out from underneath me. It had been extra slippery on the parking lines. You know, the lines that they paint onto the pavement for parking spaces.
The skateboard shot out in front of me, and I flew into the air, and landed on my back/right side of my body. Immediately, I knew I was in big trouble. But of course, the first thing I did was shoot right up onto my feet, desperately praying that nobody had seen me. And nobody had, thankfully.
However, I decided going to the gym at this point wouldn't be a very wise idea, so I turned and took my skateboard and started walking back to my apartment. I was mumbling obscenities the whole time because already my butt was beginning to hurt. Great, just what I need, a sore bum.
I saw my brother on the way down to work, and I briefly told him what happened. At this point, I thought somehow I had gotten away with just a sore butt. Boy was I wrong.
As the day progressed, I became more and more immobile. I went to meet my mom at the mall and told her all about it. At this point I still felt like it was just going to be sore for a few days, nothing major.
However, I went to the school to pick up Akshar and brought him home, and realized that it was literally causing me the most intense pain I had ever experienced just to drive my car. I knew something was wrong, but I was trying to remain calm. I was in great shape and nothing bad was going to happen to me. Right.
Well, after a GRUELING two hours of work, because luckily Thursdays were their busy days so I only work two hours, I called my mom and dad, pretty much in tears, telling them how much pain I was in, and that I was sure I needed to go to the doctor and get an x-ray.
My dad immediately picked me up, and of course it had to be pouring rain. He took me to MD Now, which is a horrible place, don't ever go there, and $130 later, the doctor told me I had sprained my neck. Although on the chart he wrote it as cervical ridiculitis. Doctor talk.
I was prescribed generic vicadin and some muscle relaxers, neither of which have done a thing for relieving my pain.
Friday was another day filled with intense pain that I have never felt in my life. I was worried beyond belief.
and that's all for now, I'll fill you in on the rest later, just to keep you hanging.
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