Things we tell our brides
I was walking along the side of a road, well off the pavement, enroute Prospect Hill in Waltham, a city park, when I was sideswiped by an SUV driven by an idiot on a cell phone. I distinctly recall my ass flying high over my head and ultimately landing face down, my emotions debating over whether I was more surprised or more pissed off. I stood up, stretched and regained some composure as I realized I would probably survive. However, I agreed to an evacuation as a precautionary measure lest there be any serious internal injuries.
After several exams and xrays I was released with a fractured rib (sustained, oddly, by the way I landed on my elbow), contusions and a back sprain. A friend dropped me off at home where I announced as I walked in, "Honey, you'll never guess what I did today!"