Emergency Room Lover

I am figuring out how to get pictures on the blog and want to find pictures to post because I love seeing pictures of other people. I want to figure out how to do an album and blah, blah, blah. I really have no good ones so I thought I would just put up one with a funny story.

So, I moved to Cleveland in August of 2002 to go to law school. Since then I have been to the emergency room THREE times. Prior to moving here, in my 27 years I don’t think I had been to the emergency room that many times. This is part of the reason why I call myself a train wreck. The first time I fell at work and seriously injured my tailbone and elbow. Man, the tailbone hurts. That was the most intense pain I had ever been in. The second time I was drunk, on a date, fell down and almost broke my jaw. I couldn’t eat for a week. Even weeks later I couldn’t chew meat. The guy called me back and we still date. The third time was the cornea incident. The pain that I was in far surpassed the tailbone. I was on the back of a motorcycle, no helmet (Ohio has this weird but fun no helmet law), but protective eyewear (in my defense), and something flew in my eye. I still managed to sit by the pool for the remainder of Memorial Day weekend, I just couldn’t open my eye. Ahh, who needs to open their eyes anyway.