I'm alive....really!

It was questionable for a while.  We made it to Texas, and moved in with my mom.

I started working right away, and we just finished our first week of school.  I loved 2nd grade, but I LOVE 4th grade.  They can do so many things!!!  I think it's going to be a great year!

After my first day of orientation at my new school.....I went to crossfit.

I did a box jump.

I missed.

I saw my insides coming out.  Seriously.  I can totally deal with blood and guts, but yet I cannot deal with vomit?  Go figure.

Blood was going everywhere and my coach ran to get his first aid kit and try to stop the bleeding.  We couldn't get it to stop.  I managed to make it to my car before I started crying, and I called my friend Abbey.  I told her what happened, and she asked if I wanted her to come to the er with me.  Of course!

The before.

This was after they cleaned it out.  You can see my fat. Ewwwwww!  It was really deep......

My friend Abbey kept me laughing, and also documented everything.  Here's me with one of my fat globules. (I had worked out, excuse the disheveled look!)

Abbey and I hanging out in the er.

We both have teenage girls who are in the stage that you always have to have two fingers in every picture.  Strange children.  (My shirt is totally making me look fat here, ugh.)

The after picture.

Very gross.  9 stitches.  There was not much to sew together, so they had to yank my skin together tightly.

This happened after work, Monday.  So I returned to my second day at my school gimping around. By Wednesday my leg was 4 times what it should have been, so I was back in the er, and put on super strong antibiotics.  By Friday, I was back in the er, and they cut my stitches off, cleaned out my infected leg, and sewed it back together.  Good times.  Good times.

The moral of the story, is have a great friend who isn't grossed out by blood, and always jump super high on a box jump and don't miss!