Two top pictures taken by Ammo
So I thought my Valentine's Day would be sad this year, given that I've been single for longer than I can remember...
But instead, I went cross-country skiing with a friend in the Adirondacks. Unfortunately, it turns out that cross-country skiing is completely different from downhill skiing, and there was a lot of falling down involved. It was mostly OK, until the last fall, which felt like my bum dropped from 1,000 meters, straight onto a sheet of iron (turns out I fell from less than 2 meters on ice, but hey I'm entitled to be dramatic).
Fortunately, my friend braved the Emergency Room and waited for me while a reeeeally cute Physician's Assistant took me through to be X-Rayed. And checked out my bum. That's right, you read it right. A cute PA checked out my bum on Valentine's Day. And no, it isn't a script from "Day of Our Lives". This happened in real life! To me! On Valentine's Day!
The conversation went like this:
PA: [to my friend] Does your friend have a bruise on her backside?
Guy Friend: [Embarrassed shuffle, extreme staring at the floor, reddening face, followed by "..errrr"]
007 in Africa: Actually, that's my friend. I don't usually ask my friends to check out my bum. [Shamelessly] Do you want to see it?
So, my coccyx is broken and it hurts like hell to sit down, get up from sitting down, bend over or reach objects that are placed beyond my reach, but it doesn't matter. It's been the best Valentine's Day so far :)
PS: We drove back home a day early, and I've been sitting on my donut pillow (essentially a rubber, air-filled pillow in the shape of a donut) ever since. We got a gigantic piece of pizza, made some salad, and drank corked wine (that's me trying to driving the cork INTO the wine bottle - just my luck).