Hey fellow celebrators! Sorry I flipped on you this morning, I forgot that it was my TOWN birthday!
So I'm celebrating like crazy! Not really, but I did make $983.01 today! Even though, well, let's just say I still have to go shopping... heh heh heh... :o
It's finally September, and Fran tried to convince me to go back to school, but I refuse because the memories from that day are too vivid. The 3 year anniversary is actually today, yes, my big accident was on my birthday. 3 years ago, when I was 24, I was volunteering at a camp for autistic kids, as a performer in the theatre, and my routine, kinda, flopped. We were in the middle of our finale and the stage we were performing on was much smaller than our practice stage, and one of the actors was supposed to do a tumbling roll, and they did it perfectly, right into me. All I remember was a sharp pain in the backs of my knees, the note I was singing wavered and than went steady, and next thing I knew I was falling face first into the orchestra, singing, singing, singing. And than it goes fuzzy, than black. when I opened my eyes my right leg was in a bright pink cast, full of names already, and Allie's picture was smiling at me. I realized where I was and started to cry, the nurse came rushing in and calmed me down than went to get the doctor. Dr. Cannelli told me 3 things: He was glad I was awake, I had broken my leg on a Tuba, and I would forever walk with a small limp. When I asked if I could still go back to theatre he just smiled sadly, and replied, I remember every word so clearly, sometimes I lie in bed and hear his voice over, and over, and over, "I'm sorry Maddy, should you go back to theatre, dance, and injure yourself again, you may be paralyzed. Your leg was broken in 5 places and your Achilles Tendon was shredded, I'm so sorry." and he walked out. I spent the day with Fran and Allie, in my bakery, lots of people dropped by to buy something, and I gratefully talked about as much other stuff as possible. However, when my shift was over I was suddenly filled with rage and asked to be alone. Fran understood and left me in my room. I spent 3 hours crying and looking at pictures from all my performances and Allie. After some time Franny came in with my dinner, but I had cried myself to sleep. I awoke to the smell of Poutine and Ginger Ale, my favourites, and the soft click of the door. Thank god for people like Fran. And thank god My voice is still intact. It seems it's all I have sometimes. I need to go, Indie is whining, and Fran is out getting me some more Ginger Ale.
Monster
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