exactlt one week before my birthday I got tagged by a car on my bike. 2004 black impala, gunning it to try to beat a yellow light (totally my right of way 5 point intersection a bit hard to explain without drawing it out). bike is pretty fucked and my wrist is even more fucked. skip to one day before my birthday I go to the hospital to trade out my emergency room splint for a fancy new cast. Nope. oh wait, what's that you say I need surgey? oh I need to put screws into two of my bones, hot! I don't even take my pain meds I just ssell them so I can help pay for the increasing medical bills, cause you know "don't worry about it her insurance will cover everything but not for a few more months so until then you know just try to work with a broken wrist and figure out some way to eat."

pitty party in my pants