CRASH, BANG, WOLLOP

Scream

I was rudely awakened by a blow to the head, temporary paralysis then paralytic pain. Shocked to even write it, I was that girl in the neck brace and oversized sponge ear guards strapped to a stretcher, being served to an ambulance on a very sunny saturday. Might I add how beautiful the sky was that day even amoung the chaos. Yes, I was her, you know, the girl you'd start creeping by to look more closely at. Because that curious monkey inside you caught sight of an accident and he just would not keep still unless you drove by at 5mph or walked with your head fixed in my direction to take in as much information. Hand goes up when the question 'ever been the roadside attraction?' is asked. Then at the hospital the sweet nurse herself was apologetic about what she had to do.  Yes, at the time when I thought something was broken I welcomed the nurses scissors to cut apart my most fav Merci Me jacket. Now, weeks past I'm left with this...
Mashup_mercime
 

KMT. Yes, I know, I know, it really was life or death blah blah blah. But really? Old clothes and disposable slippers to go home in? So I thought hmm from the rubble why not make a house? Stitch here, attach some new design feature there, add a little here. Think technical ergonomic presentation. Then I just thought (between nearly being broken in half and admitting I could have been broken in half) how such a near miss was Gods way of sending a message I was clearly deaf, blind and utterly stupid to..."I'll take it away if your not using it properly dear, just thought I'd remind you my love" thats what i'd imagine he would say. So I've decided to keep my cut up jacket the way it is for reminders sake. Plenty more where it came from anyway. 

Amores toujours
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