Okay. Stop the damn ride, I want off for a moment.
I may have, at one point or another, asked for something “exciting” to happen. We all get bored with the daily grind once in a while, right? Need something out of the ordinary to put a little spice in your life.
But when one asks for something exciting, one should perhaps be more clear about what “exciting” means to them. Because apparently, to the powers that be, “exciting” means I will be spending the next three days planted firmly on my ass, and the next four weeks hobbling about on crutches.
So, yeah. The S.O. and I weren’t ten minutes into a family gathering by the lake before I decided I just couldn’t take it anymore, and threw myself down a boat launch pad and broke my foot. It’s only a small fracture, but tell that to my foot; one side turned purple and swelled up to the size of a golf ball. Two hours in the Emergency Room, and they sent me home with a prescription for good drugs and a buddy splint. I’m only hoping that work will understand, and allow me to work from home for a few days instead of forcing me to use what limited sick time I have.
Anyway! In much better news, the accompanying illustration is a screenshot of Sheara standing before a really big, ugly dragon. A really DEAD big, ugly dragon. Wooohoo! Prior to the foot-breakage, there was much dragon-slayage. Sheara even picked up an 18-slot Onyxia Hide Bag. And now that I’m stuck on the couch for a while, Cyspar will probably reach level 57 much faster than I’d originally anticipated.
I suppose there’s a silver lining to every dark cloud, no?