What do I mean by that? Well, all three of us practically drowned and I ended up in the hospital the next day listening to the doctor debate whether to dig out the beach sand that was shot into the bottoms of my feet like shrapnel and whether I needed to be sutured or not. Carrie also managed to warp herself into a one-earringed bloody bride and of course, Richard saved the day, as all men should.
I'll give the full story later, but as this just happened on Saturday (and I am writing this Monday night- but magically scheduling it to be posted on Thursday- HA I am tricky!) I am really worn out from limping back and forth out of bed all day. I can't bear weight on one foot because it is still bleeding and oozing plasma on the bottom and it kinda of like... hurts. I am running a low grade fever and on antibiotics so my foot doesn't rot off from a potential infection. Cool, huh?
So anyway, I will show you all the macro shots I took of my nasty, bloody, sand-blasted feet and Carrie & Richard in their ruined clothes later. Hope you're feeling excited now. LMAO
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