October 31, 2013
Well, here is the journal entry that I thought I didn\'t have time to write... This is actually a letter that I wrote to my family, modified so that you can understand everything a little better.
My tooth is much improved, by the way. It improved dramatically after the endodontist did his thing. I still have to eat soft foods until next Monday when the stitches come out. My mouth is feeling much, much better though!
But believe it or not, I now have another problem, and it is a very painful one.
I got off work at 4PM today. Instead of driving home right away, I drove to the service place that does most of our family\'s auto work. My family has done business with this place for more than 50 years. The son of the original owner runs it now. Kurt have known each other since we were kids, and we are good friends.
The reason I took my van over there was because my AM radio stations hadn\'t been working properly since they fixed the car last time. I thought perhaps Kurt had tuned the radio in funny or something and had forgotten to switch it back. I drove over in spite of the miserable drizzly rain, because I had been trying to get over for more than a week.
The service place was also a gas station many years ago. I drove the car up to the service shop door and under an old gas pumping overhead "shelter" so that Kurt wouldn\'t get wet when he checked out the radio. (It turned out that somebody had messed around with the antenna and possibly has wrecked it, and that Kurt had nothing to do with the radio getting weird.)
Kurt had just figured out that something was wrong with my antenna. He was just starting to examine it. It is located on the right front part of my van. I started to follow him over to look at it, when my feet started skidding. I couldn\'t stop! The front of my van prevented me from taking a hard fall, but my legs kept sliding downwards because of mud, oil, and slick wet pavement. I hollered in pain, because my right leg was going down at a nearly impossible angle. Down I went on the pavement, crying out in pain.
Kurt felt just terrible about it. He tried to help me up, but every time he did, I yelled with pain. I suddenly realized exactly what had happened. Because I work out a lot, I realized that the pain was coming from my right hamstring, which had gotten pulled to the max.
I called my husband on Kurt\'s cell phone (mine conveniently had decided to die as usual.) He could hardly believe it. I told him to call my daughter and her husband and to have them call me. My daughter said that she would come. She wisely suggested that maybe I could try to get onto a chair. Kurt brought a chair out, and a large rag. I managed to crawl onto the rag and drag myself into the chair. Shortly after that, my daughter and her husband showed up.
Link to Part II: http://my.desktopnexus.com/CollieSmile/journal/my-crazy-painful-unbelievable-halloween-...
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