Broke my ankle last night. Spent 8 hours at the ER, was discharged at almost 9 AM. PL was a boss and drove me to the hospital, then stuck around for 5 hours and got some food for us. Kudos to him.

The next 6 weeks are going to be a pain in the ass. I have to pack everything and move boxes (which is going to be impossible and means recruiting others to do it for me, which I dislike), and when I get back I won't be able to drive. I have to rubber-band a trash bag to my leg whenever I shower. Not to mention the trip to Alabama might not happen, which I was looking forward to.

Anyways. Shit happens, you have to move on and take the positives with you. One thing I've come to realize is how much it means for friends to come visit when you're sick or have an injury. Not only does it make your life that much easier when they bring you food and help you get ice and whatnot, but it makes you feel cared for and loved. It means so much more when you're in a time of need. It's funny, because I really didn't give that much thought to this when other people were sick or hurt. Now that I know, it's definitely going to change how I react to others' misfortunes/illnesses/injuries. I just wish I had know/realized this earlier.

I'd truly like to say thanks to everyone who visited yesterday. The food and company was much appreciated. And as I've learned, it means a lot. Thank you.