The land of beer and pretzels

I know I'm a big crap for not posting at all in a billion years...And not posting for the next billion years...But I promise when I get back from Deutschland I will do a nice big post, complete with pictures!

Love you, miss you, I'll hoist one in your honor!

xxxannie

Auto Accident Aftermath

These past few days, I've been struggling with my body but also with this: my faith in the goodness of humanity is constantly being destroyed and restored in thousands of crazy, manic, bipolar ways.

For every person who bumps into me thoughtlessly there is someone who offers their subway seat. And I hadn't encountered any hostility towards my disabled state until today; in Trader Joe's this man was horribly very very mean to me over the strategic placement of my shopping cart, of all things. In any other situation this guy would still be an Ass Monkey Extraordinaire, since the lines are always terribly long and one must maneuver as best they can. But, c'mon shithead, I have use of one arm! I don't give even one tiny shit if you have to go around the enormous line, you have no right to be a fuckwad and bump my cart and snottily retort that I'm in your way. This is a person who truly deserves to be hit by a car. If my reflexes were better, I would have run over his foot with my cute little red trolley.

C'est la vie.

What I'm truly pissed about is that I can't go back to yoga or swimming or really much of anything for at least 2 months. I'm going to be a huge fat ass just in time for the summer, hallelujah.

On the bright side, people who are kind make me want to write letters to the editor of every paper in the city thanking them for caring. Because of all the places I love, this city is on the very top of my list- but it's also one of the saddest, most self-indulgent places in the world.

Which is why I am going to the Phillippines to find Anna this summer, and then we are going to Thailand to lay on the pristine beaches (and not get arrested for drug smuggling a la more than a couple Hollywood flicks).

In the end, ain't life grand?

It seems it's always worth getting back up after you've been plowed down.

xoxoxoBon

I Got Hit by a Car

It's true.
I'm ok but I can't move my left shoulder without wanting to scream. After 6 hours in the hospital all they could tell me was it's not broken or sprained, and I should try to use it normally so it doesn't freeze up. I have command of my legs and hands (though everything's bruised as hell) but not much in between, since the shoulder is a much more pivotal area than one might realize on a regular basis.

I feel like an old woman who's fallen and can't get up. Krista & Lauren are taking care of me but I hate being an invalid. And now the pharmacy won't even give me my percocet because the prescription is on a hospital printout and doesn't have a serial number or some such crap, and it's a very controlled substance. Fuck.

On the bright side, I'm not dead, severely injured, or still in that godforsaken hospital. And the accident was not a result of my accident-prone stupidity, I had the right of way and the driver turned left into me. Onto me. Fuck.

If this is what I get for dragging myself up off the couch to go to the gym (now there's some irony), maybe I should just resign myself to being a fatass indefinitely. So tired from work, a million reasons not to leave the apartment, but trying to be a better, healthier person- and now I'm injured and can't work for who knows how long and I hate it, almost as much as I hate the loss of income. Fuck.

I'm ok. I'm lucky. I need to take a shower, wish me luck.
xoxoxoBon