Hey, guys. I thought this was an interesting enough story, and wanted to share it with y'all. The disclaimer here is, of course, forgive any typos. Typing is extremely difficult.
My little story started on Friday evening. My boyfriend and I had spent the day together, things were going well, when we decided that playing a "Game of Thrones" drinking game sounded like fun.
So, two-ish episodes in, we're pretty wasted. It was then that boyfriend decided he wanted to smoke, and I went with him onto the patio. He turned around, realizing he had forgotten his lighter (or the cigarettes themselves, I forget which) inside.
During the time that he was gone, I had a brilliant idea to sit on the railing of the balcony.
Boyfriend came back outside just in time to see me fall the three stories onto the concrete below. Aanndd... here I am.
My ankle is shattered (already got my first surgery on it),my right hip is broken, my pelvis is broken in four places, and my skill has three cracks. I am expecting to be in the hospital for, easily, the next month... Yikes...
Anyway, thanks for listening!