Friday night, went out for sushi with the boy before heading out to the bars to meet his college friends. As I walk out of the bar to get into the uber, I fall. I gashed my knee open and sprained my ankle. I remember zero.
He’s such a gem, he doctored me up once we got back to his place and I woke up with blood from my knee all over his sheets. We spent 2 hours in urgent care and I got 8 stitches, ugh. He thinks I’m a mess.
This is the problem, I need someone who’s going to need me less than I need them. I need someone to take care of me. And I’m scared I’m scaring him away because I’m unstable and out of control and a hot freaking mess.
I couldn’t stop apologizing, I mean how can you. I got 8 stitches in my knee and my ankle is the size of a watermelon. Yet, I’m still here contemplating going out tonight. Ugh mania. But I need to find a way to keep this boy in my life, he’s seen me at my worst and stayed by my side. Yes it’s only been a few weeks but I don’t know, something feels right.
So let’s see if I can actually “recover” and elevate and ice my ankle or if I’ll rally and end up with a wine glass in my hand at a bar tonight. The world is my oyster, hah.