Welcome to the Series of Unfortunate Events: Episode 1.
I don’t know what it is but for the past … two and a half months, I’ve come across some pretty funny and unfortunate events. Funny because things keep happening one after another; unfortunate because I’ve had to endure pain, many hours of missed work and not being 100%.
I’m going to bring us back to December. I can’t remember the date but it all began with the weekend it was Kitti’s birthday. She was celebrating up in Whistler and both Michelle and I were hesitant to take our cars because we were experiencing some weird sounds with the brake. Since mine was the better one off, we decided to take my car. So three of us trekked our way up the Sea to Sky Highway at 10pm at night. PS, what an incredibly smooth ride. I can’t wait to ride the bike up on a clear, sunny day.
Now let’s fast forward to going home.
It’s Sunday and I had just dropped Michelle off at home. My car sounds like every animal in the world dying at the same time any time I braked. I wanted to leave my car and run away. On the way home, I ask my dad if I can take his work truck because I really badly wanted to make it to my last soccer game before the winter break. I trade cars, drop Steph at home and make it to my game before half time.
Do you know what time it is? Time to get your truck clock fixed, pops.
Now we’re at the last few minutes of the game and my team is down without a single goal. Next thing you know, my right forward is on a breakaway and she is flanked by two defensemen (women?). I come barreling down center lane and she taps it over to me. As the keeper comes towards me, I try to bring the ball around her and take a shot. A few feet away, she saves it by kicking it … right into my face.
All I remember is hitting the ground, looking up to see what happens next and watching the ball trickle past the goal line. I roll onto my back and with straight arms, point straight up into the sky. I get up and run back to the middle and ask, “Who scored that?” (I wasn’t sure if my teammate had tapped it in)
“Um … You did. By the way, your mouth is bleeding.”
The second she said that, I staggered to the side, was extremely dizzy, and all of a sudden, this sudden surge of pain hit my mouth and jaw and I couldn’t stand up straight. I subbed out and sat down while my teammates told me I may have a concussion. Meh. So the game ends and I hop back into my dad’s truck and on the way home, I suddenly feel extremely nauseous. I know that’s a sign of a concussion. I decide to be responsible about it and drove myself to the ER. Mind you, this entire time my phone is dead. I just got the iPhone and had not gotten used to the short-lived battery life. I couldn’t tell anyone what was going on.
I get to the VGH, park the truck and check in with the Triage nurse. From the time I had from the waiting room to my X-rays–which was no longer than 10 minutes–I was able to quickly charge my phone and text my family and closest friends. In the end, turns out I had a mild concussion and slightly dislocated jaw. Whatever, at least I went out in style! How many people can say they scored with their mouth … ? Okay, maybe a lot. But this is different.
On the stretcher, waiting to go in for X-rays.
More battle wounds on the take-down.
You wanna know what the crazy part of all of this was? No, not the crazy time we had in Whistler. Not the ghetto truck. Not the concussion or dislocated jaw. Not the goal off the mouth. The craziest part of all this was that somehow, somewhy, but it turns out Michelle and I had the exact same car problem — our routers were on the brink of destruction and we had to change our brake pads. WEIRD. I mean, what are the chances of that happening to us at the exact same time? Anyway.
Which leads to today.
Since this incident, I’ve gotten extremely sick where I got fevers, chills, body aches, everything congested, headaches, etc, I got into a snowboarding accident that left me with five stitches in my right shin and a nasty abrasion in my left, I got a goose egg bump on my forehead from walking into a shelf and now I’m able to write this post because I couldn’t go into work today due to some kind of allergic reaction/infection that has me looking like Jay-Z with swollen lips.
Exhale.
I’ll get into the snowboarding incident soon, it’s a good one with lots of awesome pictures. All I gotta say is be thankful for what we take advantage of everyday — a healthy body. I can’t wait to be 100% so I can tear shit up again. Wait for it.
Take care!
