Do you want the good news first or the bad news first? Ah, what the hell, we've been waiting a week for some good news around these parts.
NYEBoy heard from fin@cial aid today. His loans have been approved. It looks like for now, we'll be okay with him staying in school. Unless he goes back to working for his boss again at some point in the next four years, we're going to be heavy in some debt. BUT, the
As for the bad news, ah the fucking bad news. My dad sent us some cash for Easter this past weekend. We decided to go to the carnival that was in town to spend a few hours together. K and I decided to go ride this tilt-a-whirl type ride. The first few minutes were fine. Spinning around in these cup like things, while the entire stage moved from 0-75 degrees. All was well, we were getting a thrill!
Suddenly, the ride went towards a 90 degree angle and I was thrown out of my seat into the seat next to me, while 1/4 th of my body was hanging out of the ride. I had also turned sideways. K flew into me as well. I was holding on to the bars like I was a professional stripper.
I'm very sore. I can barely raise my left arm. My left elbow is bruised. The backs of my knees are bruised and I'm having trouble sitting or walking for very long. I have a bruise on my ass from being thrown over one seat and into the next. My shoulders and back are a little sore, too.
I'm going to the doctor tomorrow. I'm hoping nothing is broken or cracked, but when you can't pull your pants up without help, it's easy to be concerned.
On a funny, but not so funny note, when I came out of my seat, hanging on to the bar, I thought to myself, I am NOT going out this way motherfucker. K said she saw me go flying and the next thing she knew she was on top of me.
Anyways, I'll update this post tomorrow after I hear some news from the doc. Wish me luck.