bustling trauma

I wish I could tell you that my morning was that of a “bustlingly” morning, but really it was not!  As I exited my bus, I quickly met the concrete sidewalk.  I was minutes before joking with the bus driver and now I’m on the ground.  Thankfully, though, 2 very kind women helped me up after we all accessed my legs and upper body.  I was shaken, hurting very badly, and then the tears began to roll down my face.

After clocking into work, I quickly clocked out, hopped onto a train [probably should avoid buses, right? ] and headed home.  My knee is the size of a watermelon, my pants are black and dirty, and I’ve been resting today with the help of some advil.  I wish I had the energy to write about the YouTube debate that was televised last night.  Perhaps later when I recover a bit more.

more more more…later later later…