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so here's me... hustling to get shit out of the back of a truck for an event that we were doing.... backing out, crouching, ass first, very slowly while holding a case of wine....
(now please be it known that i HATE getting into the back of this particular truck
A: because it is lifted, and i am short, the jump down is like five feet for me.
B: because i always hit my head on the camper shell and there was a huge argument that proceeded this incident about taking said truck and NOT my car; me arguing that i wanted to take my car because i can hold just as much shit in it and it is easier to unload, them arguing that the truck would be better for some un godly fucking reason.)

here's my shoe tread catching on the grooved metal kick plate of the tailgate.
here's me mid air, falling, saying to myself, " oh shit: you have really done it this time, that reserve petit syrah is going to be all the fuck over this drive way.. oh yeah, and i might be hurt"

here's me on the ground having fallen from out of the back of said truck, landing with all my weight and that of not only the case of wine that I was holding, but the two others that were stacked on the tail gate on my left side, twisted on gravel over hard packed dirt.. (side note: i broke my left ankle when i was 12, hit by a car.)
both arms behind me trying to break my fall and keep from landing on the bad ankle.

here's me working through an entire event with my palms totally skinned up, my ankle badly sprained, and now they are telling me that i may have cracked my meniscus whatever the hell that is and most definitely have torn a bunch of ligaments and fucked up a tendon or two. also, i may have ruptured a hernia that i had when i was a kid and i have a herniated disk.

i have three more events this weekend. it's zinfadel festival.

fuck yeah.