Then, on the last weekend of May, our motorbike and a taxi collided in the early morning hours, leaving the boyfriend and I to become reallllyyy close with the road.
Cue a weekend in a Balinese hospital—both of us collecting 50+ stitches—with multiple surgeons, a week of follow-up appointments and a crazy taxi driver who decided that stalking someone (ME) is a completely valid course of action. I had my left knee stitched up and my right knee bandaged up (because road rash ain't pretty). Rob also had stitches galore, but his scars somehow make him look better? We get into a massive accident, and he comes away looking more rugged than before? Unbelievable.
Perks: We were swept through all airport lines and security lines. People were extra nice to my invalid self. Prescription drugs for the trip. Hmm. Still not worth it.
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| How I arrived to the airport |
Updates after one month (left, see Frankenstein) and two months (right, possible shark attack).
It's now been three months since that adventure and after lots of Norfolk bedrest, doctor appointments and physio, my mobility has improved by leaps and bounds. I'm now a normal person and can do crazy intense things that I struggled with a couple months ago, like walk, use stairs and get in a car (a 5-10 minute endeavor).
So if anyone has any fun stories that we can use, please send them my way. The more exciting and outlandish, the better!
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