I woke up yesterday in a foul mood. No joke. So when J insisted that we go to the farm to go 3-wheeling and motorbiking, it was the last thing I wanted to do.
I have never been on a 3 wheeler, but how hard could it be?
Apparently very hard if you're me.
I was having such a great time. Totally turned my day around. I started to relax and really enjoy myself when my pant leg got stuck in the tire and it subsequently pulled my leg under it as well. The next thing I knew I was on the ground with the 3-wheeler crushing my leg. Since J was waiting for me up ahead I had to push the 3-wheeler off all by myself, all the while it was squishing my leg. I managed to but was in so much pain I was close to puking. I felt for sure that every bone in my leg, foot, and ankle were broken.
J rode back to me as I was about to pass out. My vision was blurring and I felt like throwing up. He was so calm and told me to lie back as he took a look at my leg.After poking and prodding, he felt like it wasn't broken.
I think I strained my ankle, twisted it, and have some soft tissue damage, because holy fuck does it ever hurt. I almost wish it was broken so that I didn't feel like such a pussy.
Also, in the fall, I pulled my groin really badly because of the sheer force of the tire pulling me off. It split the pants in the crotch - thank god I was wearing underwear hahaha
I am now on crutches. In a lot of pain. And resting on the couch for a few days.
I feel like such an idiot about it, but glad I have so many people taking care of me <3 p="p">
It turns out that maybe a city girl isn't cut out for the country lifestyle.
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