What's your tis but a scratch moment?

And how bad was your injury really?

I got hit by a car my freshman year of high school.

I went flying, lost consciousness for a split second when I hit the ground.

Thank God for the helmet.

When I came to, people were all around me asking if I was okay and what had happened.

I was like, oh yeah, I'm good. I'm just going to get back on my

bike and go now. But I didn't really move. Then people started asking me to call an ambulance and my

mum. I was like, why? I'm good. I even told my mom on the phone I was still going to bike home.

But as I was saying that, the people around me had started to move one of my legs, and I watched as my foot proceeded to not move.

I had broken both bones in my leg completely in half and part of my ankle.

Just pure adrenaline and shock.

I also vividly remember thinking, huh, is this what it feels like to get hit by a car?

Also, the leg wasn't setting right, probably from movement, and the doctor decided to put me

on laughing gas as he tried to crack my bones back into place. I was in a stupor laughing as I felt

my bones grind. I'm a bartender in a nightclub. One night while I was working, I was pouring a

drink while I reached back with my other hand to open a fridge, and that's when I heard a

pop and got a huge pain in my back and shoulder area. The pain was pretty bad, but I was sure it was a

pulled muscle, and there wouldn't be much point in seeing a doctor other than getting meds.

So, I waited. I fought through the pain, which was so bad at times it was making it hard to breathe.

That was Friday. I called off my shift on Saturday and had Sunday, Monday, Tuesday off before I went back

to work Wednesday. Once I biked into work, all in all, I waited nine days total before finally

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