Pumpkins, Pick-Up Trucks, and Purple-Colored Elbows.

Tuesday was a lot of firsts: November 1st, first time carving pumpkins with David, first time having to go to the hospital…

Yep, that’s right, this clumsy child finally fell into the hands of inevitable fate, also know as my cement driveway. Before I get ahead of myself, I should probably start from the beginning.

Tuesday morning I got out of class and was happily greeted by my boyfriend when I got home. We had plans to spend the entire day together; it was set. He came baring gifts of pumpkin spice, and I was a happy little bird.

After chilling and being lazy for a few hours, we decided to go into town and pick up a couple of pumpkins to carve. We happily chose two pleasantly small cuties to hack into. After doing so, it was time to decide what we’d carve on the front. David chose to carve an angry bird, while I chose the Twitter bird. (:

We are nerds, we know.

Fun times vomited from our day. We were pretty typical and made sure that each other’s arms were covered with pumpkin guts — fun stuff. After that we started our project of birds. All sounds good, right? Right, then comes my brilliant idea.

After we finished being awesome, we thought it would be fun to destroy them. Who doesn’t enjoy smashing pumpkins? (And no, that wasn’t an indirect plug for the band. lol) While David thought to use a bat (or something similar), I thought it would be more fun to climb in the bed of his truck and just chuck them at the cement below. It was fun indeed. Our carved beauties became pumpkin pieces on my driveway. Everything still sounds fine, right?

Right, that was until I decided to get out of the bed of the truck. 18 years of clumsiness finally caught up with me, sending me through the air and onto the concrete, elbow and forearm first. Ouch. I have never had to go to the hospital before, and I was trying to keep that record for as long as possible, but the odds were definitely stacked against me.

After me realizing that the pain wasn’t going to cease any time soon, and that I was no longer able to fully extend my arm, we decided to make a trip to the ER. This is where I saw a side of David that I had never seen before. He was more worried and anxious than I was; he wasn’t voicing this, but rather making me laugh and trying to keep a smile on my face. Although he couldn’t keep a nurse, who clearly didn’t know what she was doing, from hurting me, he was sure to speak for me when I was in too much pain. He was the perfect boyfriend.

After x-rays, a sling, a bill, and over an hour later, we were ready to pick up a movie and head home. For the rest of the night he helped me do things that I couldn’t do by myself: type up my homework for me, get stuff around for class the next day, take care of my ice packs, move the recliner to another room so I could sleep in it, put sheets on the recliner, get extension cords and all of my electronics out by my chair, etc. After that we stuck in a movie and relaxed for the rest of the night. I definitely have the best man alive.

Oh, and for anyone who is wondering, my arm didn’t break or even fracture! Woohoo! I was left with bruising around the bone of my elbow and sore muscles. So, I should be good to go in a few days!

As you could see, lots of first, and despite all of that pain, it actually turned out to be a pretty good day. (: November is my favorite month, and this was quite the interesting beginning, but it gave me a chance to be silly, experience the horror of hospitals, and to be reminded how much I am loved. Over-all, I’d say that things are looking pretty good.


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