So, if you haven't heard, I fell. 25 feet from a zip line onto jagged rocks. I was with the boy scouts so its all good. When i fell i stayed loose. I hit down and the first thing that I saw was my ring finger bent 90 degrees and my hand was split open (a lot of flesh was hanging out of the cut). I hit the back side of my thigh but, I didn't feel it. In fact the only thing I could feel was the bottom of my feet. Trust me they hurt so bad.
I screamed for about 20 seconds. Then I got my pain under control and we started to move me. There is more to it but I will keep it part short because I have told this story many times and I am tired of hearing it myself. But, good news is there was no broken bones, just a lot of tissue damage, cuts and sprains. I GOT SO LUCKY.
Another women fell as well. She fell and landed in the same spot as me and ended up getting eight fractured, a dislocated elbow and has already had two surgeries. When I think about this I get sad and I feel bad that she got hurt and I only walked away with minor damage.
Well I am doing a lot better now. I am walking around with a cane instead of a wheelchair like I was at first. My grandfather fell from 30 feet and is paralyzed. I can't help but just feel lucky.
Don't worry I will write about something funny next time.
