“Help! Please. Somebody. Help ME!” I screamed for a about five minutes on repeat before anyone came.
On August 29, 2016, I broke and dislocated my elbow.
It was a Monday, and I’d created a long weekend for myself by taking an extra day off work to do with as I pleased.
I love taking Monday’s off; they feel more like a day off than any other day to me.
I’d woken relatively early and, as I watched the morning mist clear, I decided to skip all the other plans I had for the day, domestics – cleaning, laundry, shower & hair wash, etc… and decided to go up the Sea to Sky Gondola to walk one of the trails.
I remember that as I dressed, I debated whether I should have that shower first, wash my hair, then go. It had been three days since I’d washed my hair and normally I wouldn’t consider going out on the third day without washing first.
Instead, I mocked my vanity and pulled my hair into a ponytail. This is something I would regret for days and days, nine days in fact. Continue reading Screaming for help!