Hmmm...Ok..here we go...

Last August, the week after we got Sophie from Pet Refuge, she and George were chasing each other around the yard and I wasn't paying attention and neither were they and WHAM! Sophie hit me dead in the knee. I was screaming for Mike who was downstairs cleaning carpets and our crappy neighbor came over and told him. He proceeds to refuse to call an abulance and brings the van back in the backyard and hits the side of the van and scratches the entire passenger side on the fence. He finally loads me in the van (screaming in pain the entire time) and we go to the hospital. They shoot me up with demerol and finally the ortho surgeon comes in to look at me. He decides I need surgery and puts me off 3 times and finally at 1am he asks me if I want him to operate then or wait until the morning when he was fresh (gee now there's a no brainer!). So, I get perpetual Demerol shots all night after they admit me. I go into surgery at 7am and was in surgery for 3.5 hours. After I wake up, the surgeon tells me he's never seen a worse break. My tibia broke at the ball of the bone in a "V" shape and then broke down the bone, thus forming a "Y." I now have a metal plate screwed into the bone with 7 screws. I stayed in the hospital for 5 days (and made the nurses' lives miserable I might add) and then was out of school for 2.5 months (and had the sub from hell!) I was lying in bed watching TV the morning of Sept 11 and watched the hell being unleashed on our country.

Ok...I DARE anyone to beat that story!! lol