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It's over a week and my rib still hurts, so I probably broke something. Crazy how these hairline fractures can hurt so damn much.

Still, I still think I probably got away lucky; all I have to do is remember my friend Elsa who has a pin and a plate in her wrist and I count my lucky stars.

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Date: 2012-03-24 12:55 am (UTC)
sabotabby: raccoon anarchy symbol (bones by arianadii)
From: [personal profile] sabotabby
Aiee. As a fellow person with a hairline fracture at the moment, you have my sympathies. (Well, you would anyway, but I can empathize quite acutely at the moment.)

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Date: 2012-03-24 01:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] franklanguage.livejournal.com
And I with you. So I feel less guilty about taking the VicodinĀ®.

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Date: 2012-03-24 01:16 am (UTC)
sabotabby: raccoon anarchy symbol (Mistgeburt)
From: [personal profile] sabotabby
If they gave me Vicodin I'd be gobbling that shit up like House.

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Date: 2012-03-24 02:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] radiumhead.livejournal.com
They dont give you vicodin?!? They should be straight up giving you bags of heroin, at this point.

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Date: 2012-03-24 02:34 pm (UTC)
sabotabby: raccoon anarchy symbol (hellraiser kitty)
From: [personal profile] sabotabby
I got morphine. But it's a pain in the ass to renew so I'm rationing it. If the pain's lower than a 7, I don't take it.

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Date: 2012-03-28 09:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chantalzola.livejournal.com
Thank you so much for the LJ gift. You are truly one of the most thoughtful people I know.

I'm in NYC, but I don't have much time to see people. I leave tomorrow at noon. I'm coming back soon though and I plan to stay a little longer. Would you be free to hang out in maybe two weeks?

How did you hurt your rib????

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Date: 2012-04-09 02:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] franklanguage.livejournal.com
I was walking by the Astor Place Barbershop and this guy sweeping catches my ankle with his broom and brings me down; I fell forward on my ribcage. When I caught my breath, I said, "Fuck…you!"

They just looked on to make sure I could get up and go away; I would have definitely taken all their pictures if I had thought faster.

(Oh, and yeah; let's get together. Remind me about your dad's memorial service, too.)
Edited Date: 2012-04-09 02:19 am (UTC)
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