Le Foot.

So this is my foot hours after the incident. You know, the one when I was pushed into a lake and tripped over a rock and cut my foot open.

Pretty nice huh?

And this my foot Saturday, 6 days after.

Looks like shit, right? It feels like shit still too. Not all the time. Mainly after I sit for a good chunk of time and then try to walk again....I can feel my skin pull. Ugh. And the pulse behind the cut, which I'm sure I've rebroken open at least 3 times since it originally happened. I cannot wait for those little white sterile strips to come off. I think they hurt more then the amazing scab I'm gonna have, you know before it turns into an even better scar. My foot remains a little swollen the last couple days, around the injuried area. I still can't point my foot or wear shoes that aren't my flip flops without pain. I'm not supposed to get it wet either, which is how I came up with the brillant idea of saran wrapping my foot in order to take a shower. After taping the saran wrap to my foot, I was more than pleasantly surprised to see it worked.

Now if only it'll stop hurting enough that I can wear flats, maybe heels for a date I'm supposed to go on this week, not to mention I'm supposed to be going to the club Saturday for my birthday. This foot is taking a little longer to heal then I thought it would. It also seems to be the only topic that a certain person, seems to care about talking to me about. I understand that he may be worried about me, but I'm getting a little tired of it. I honestly don't think you can be that worried about me...if anything your guilt is hurting you. So I think it's more out of guilt then actually caring about me that drives these conversations. I stand my ground on the belief that I cared for you more then you ever cared for me.

Alex.

I spent the weekend at my friend, Alex's house. She just got home from the hospital Friday after being in a horrible car accident. She swerved to avoid hitting a squirrel and flipped her car four times. She had to get reconstructive surgery on her left knee, stitches for a gash on her right knee, has a partially collapsed lung, fractured three of her vertebrae and got a bad case of seatbelt burn.

The part that broke my heart the most was the story of her boyfriend/ex boyfriend, I'm not sure where they are at in their relationship again, saved her. The accident was on his street and he heard it from his house. Alex said that he came running down the street. Upon getting to the car he crawled on his hands and knees through glass to get to her. He ripped open the window with his bare hands, his own blood running down his arms. All the while he was bargaining with God to save her, take him instead, to not let the person he loved die.

I'd have to be made entirely out of stone to not have that touch my heart. I've been naive. I complain about my broken heart and how I loved someone...but I don't know if I've ever loved someone that much. I've never had to test my love like that. I can't imagine being in a situation where I'd actually risk my safety for the person I love. I assume that if the time came up, I would indeed do that. For people who have become jaded with others, have to admit that this story is eye awakening. How can you say people suck, when there is someone out there willing to do that?