TGIF my friends!!! It's Friday, and the start of a long weekend for the fourth. Everyone loves this holiday because you usually don't have to work Monday, and the party rages on for four days. However my party stopped the first day.

I had work downtown till 5:00pm, then I was going to pack up, get on the road, and camp for the night with some of my friends. Things were looking up, we had everything we needed, and these boys were much more prepared than I thought they would be. My little car continued to show its strength through the rocky terrain, and we safely made it to our spot.

We set up the tents, started a fire and not even 30 minutes in was when I got injured.

We were playing volleyball and I was going for a saving hit, and a jagged rock decided to get in my way. I took a large tumble, seeing that I am almost six feet tall, and it wasn't pretty. And no I was not drunk, completely sober.

My ankle twisted and turned as if it were a noodle. I tried to suck it up, but damn did that hurt (only for a bit). I sat on the ground, trying to play it cool, but my laugh had turned into tears. I knew this was bad, but I picked myself up and tried to play it cool for the rest of the night.

The night was picking up, I forgot about the pain with some drinks, but was hit hard with the reality when I took my shoe and sock off and saw a massive lump protruding from my right ankle. I was screwed. I had no ice or any type of bandage, and my guy friends were oblivious. We then took a poll to see who could drive stick, because neither Kayla or Sam could, so getting home would be an issue.

My one friend decided submerging my leg into the ice cold river water would help the swelling. So I waded out into the middle, sat on a big rock and let it sit there for awhile. Long enough to the point where my leg was numb, and I had a watching party enjoying my dilemma.

I hobbled back to the site ready to pass out. I knew the morning would really be when it all hit me, so I called it a night.

Woke up bright and early, off maybe four hours of sleep. My foot was throbbing and bigger than before. I decided I wanted to get home sooner rather than later to see a doctor and figure out if my friends could drive my car home. So we packed up our tent, headed out while the boys still slept and begun to conquer the adventure home.

Kayla gave it a fair shot, but my car was parked on a hill and she had to reverse. So this being her first time learning, in the hardest situation for a stick wasn't at all promising. Sam was unable to try, but she'll get it next time. So somehow I got a technique down where I used my toes for the gas and my left foot for the brake and clutch, and somehow we slowly and safely made it home.

So we first got bagels because we needed some energy, then we went to emergency care. Except my bad luck continued. No places would take my insurance since I am out of state, so the hospital was our only option.

Like any hospital trip it took hours. We waited in the room for over an hour to take a 30 second X-ray, waited again, got wrapped up, was given crutches, waited again for them to send me out. I was wheel chaired to the car and knew the week ahead was about to be hell.

So two days have passed and I am still a cripple, having Sam bring me around everywhere, carry all my stuff, and basically act like my slave. So Sam I am so sorry you have had to deal with me, but I thank you dearly for everything you've done. She is taking a little break to go see her family, so I'll just be watching endless Netflix shows, hobbling to the bathroom, hobbling to get some food, but hating that I can't do much.

So kids, be extra careful on July 4th for me, because my weekend is definitely not going to be exciting as yours. Cheers.