Love, support and experience, only wonderful things happened in the aftermath. Aftermath sounds like a sci-fi apocalypse movie, and I love how the aftermath actually was more like the opposite. They made me a bed out of GIANT pillows. The took them out of the walls like giant airbags. I wish I had those giant airbags a day before though.
They're in the walls! The walls!
I fell close to my tailbone, on my bottom, on my buttocks. But the official story we put out is: I danced I tried 4 pirouette's and woops...there was impact of a small ass meteorite in Greece, spoken like a real Texan. Okay, my imagination might've taken it to far with the meteorite and to admit I'm not the genius behind the rest of our story. Our story, well, it still is my story...
"It's okay! It's okay! It's okay!"
You don't have to improve my story I told her (chief story improver) and being honest would've been fine by me. I'm not sure why I didn't wanna joke about this incident, I usually do try to make a joke out of any mishaps...turning stuff into penguins and soldiers...but it would've felt like a lie if I created this story on my own.
Greece, Day 4/Day 5
Aware of how tired I am, I am trying to keep it up. Trying not to fall most of all, I take my chair and I try to put it in the bathroom. I reach the bathroom door and there it was: The Fall....I fell down, but it did not happen in a blink of an eye…but I couldn't control it or myself, I couldn't stop it. My body is trying to catch me, bracing all my muscles. I plunge to the ground… IMPACT.
Houston, we've got a problem.
I try to relax, I try to breath, it's not enough and it's too late to relax. I curse, I curse, I….do not curse…. Within the agony, I try to strengthen my mind. Come on, come on, keep it up, keep it up. I thought I wouldn't just cry out in pain but also cry out the pain, but I kept it in. I'm actually amazed as well…incredible….just two curse words instead of three….
But why? Why would I keep in these tears?
My roommate is trying to help me and he does without helping me. It would seem unfair, it would seem like he doesn't care or like he would be the selfish one. NO, he made the right decision, he just asked if he could help and I felt relieved. I could focus on myself, there was no need to be there for someone else. It's my fall, YES, it's mine.
"MINE! MINE! MINE!"
After being on the floor for at least a few seconds I ask: "Time? What is the time? And please don't tell anyone, let's pretend I didn't fall?" Don't tell the people who would worry. Now let's go to dinner.....in a few seconds…some minutes….maybe within the hour….Needless to say it took a bit longer than three seconds.
I told our group leader about the fall, I did! Well……I did eventually. Just before dinner I told her. I thought about the fact I might not be able to dance for days…Well, at least I would learn a lot by watching the next day. As long as I can dance on Thursday and Friday, I would be fine. I was pretty sure about it, the pain would slowly retreat from the battlefield the next day. The pain was truly unbearable during dinner though. Due to the incredible stories that night I could keep it up while it would hurt me even more at the same time. Incredible stories indeed……couldn't stop laughing and I couldn't stop being impressed by our storyteller. She's such an incredible woman!
Greece, Day 3
Taking a cab back to the hotel, strangely enough it's a great experience. It's just beautiful. Well, today has been day 2, but it feels like day zero. The infestation has begun and I feel a conflict of multiple feelings. I feel something new, I feel a pull, a new, never-ending pull. It might destroy me eventually, but I'm willing to take the risk.
I feel my humbleness might become an obstacle if I couldn't admit 80% of it is fear. But I'm sure....I don't wanna admit to something like that.
Greece, Day 2