#heath

Market Place in Bexley Heath, Kent, England

It was a difficult choice, but I've decided to let Heath and Hyperion take to the skies beyond Garreg Mach for now. Thank you so much to everyone who's written with him; the bonds Heath developed while in TOA mean the world to me!

Heath has been dropped and is now available!

Esther Summerson, en route to her new living situation, presumably much better than the miserable existence she was being plucked out of, looking sad, asked by her escort wasn't she glad to be going. She confirmed she was glad to be going, and this was her escort's response.

We can be on the precipice of something great for our family.

July, one more month with my oldest son in the house before he leaves for college in August, done with the busy-ness of June, before the busy-ness of school and soccer for my younger two in August...

My wife motivated to get healthy, which clearly makes it easier for me to get back to focusing on health, a chance to really to a crack at it, to change the negative trajectory of the last few months, to eat well, to get back to running, to get back to the gym...

Saturday, during my acupuncture appointment, on a whim, I decided to drive 3 hours to the next metro city for a concert (same composer I saw 2 weeks ago. The concert was even better the second time!). It was a 3 hour drive but I didn’t mind traveling because I just wanted to take my mind off the mammogram I was having this week. I was also okay with only staying overnight. The concert was worth turning back home the next day.

When I arrived, I got the awesome idea to get on an e-scooter and get my Whole Foods shopping done. I love being a big kid and I’m always thinking about getting on an e-scooter and having a night ride.

It wasn’t a good idea, though, because I ended up getting too many groceries. On top of that, my cell phone battery was low. While getting my bearings during the ride home, my phone died and I had to go back to Whole Foods to ask the Amazon attendants to charge it. I got back to the hotel but, while getting my bearings during the scoot back to the hotel, my credit card and driver’s license I must have dropped out of my pocket because it wasn’t in my pockets when I got to the hotel. I should have stayed my black ass at the hotel right then and there but I hate losing things. I took a scooter back to retrace my steps and look for my license.

On the ride back to Whole Foods, I fell off the scooter and dived face-first into the concrete. Luckily, hardly anyone was around to see me take the dive. There was a young Indian guy close by with his skateboard but, of course, he chose to ignore the black girl. 🙄

I was stunned for a few seconds and just lay on my stomach to collect my thoughts. I felt my bottom lip and realized it was bleeding. I feel a big piece of skin from my lip out of place. Immediately, I thought, how am I going to see clients with this lip?! … When I saw that a boob had popped out of my dress during the fall, I got up. I very casually picked up the scooter, walked over to a bench, and took out my phone to see how much damage I had done to my face. I got back on my scooter, and continued looking for my license. This time, I rode the scooter slower. That was my mistake to begin with. I had so much fun flying on that scooter! I was whipping it like I was a pro but I should have been wearing a helmet!

The entire scoot back to the hotel, I had to keep my lower lip tucked into my mouth so no one would see the gash. I was so disoriented when I got back to my room. A little dizzy even. But, being the irresponsible person that I am, I decided to just chill out and go to the concert anyway with my bottom lip looking gross as fuck.

I called my nurse sister and told her what happened. She told me to rest until the concert. I chilled for a bit and watched the original Jurassic Park. I got up at one point to take a closer look at my lip. I originally wasn’t going to visit the emergency room because I figured my lip would just heal in time. But, the gash was kind of deep and I knew I needed to see a doctor… but not until after the concert. My lip had stopped bleeding anyway…

The concert was even better the second time around but I couldn’t enjoy it totally because I was still frazzled from the fall. I felt so stupid and irresponsible, falling off a scooter. I called my sisters and my mom multiple times, moaning and groaning about the poor decisions I made.

After the concert, I took a taxi to the ER. I was so bummed to leave the downtown area because it was jumpin’! There were so many people outside. Music was in the air! I just wanted to people-watch.

Luckily, the ER was nearly dead. I saw a doctor pretty quickly. We concluded that my best option was dissolvable stitches. I got 4. He injected my lip with lidocaine and stitched me up. I got a CT scan to check for facial fractures and everything was fine.

The next day, back at home, I felt off balance and uncoordinated. I was a little concerned I had a significant head trauma. I was anxious about it all night long. I had some pressed veggie juice this morning and I am back to normal.

I posted an announcement on the website about my accident and said I wouldn’t be working for a week. British saw the post (when he’s horny, he checks my website and Twitter) and texted me this morning to tell me he hoped I was feeling better. He said he would bring me take-out for a “social visit.” It was sweet of him to offer but it was just a ploy to see me for free and try to get his penis played with. 😂 I’m not even against a social visit. We are nearly friends now. Nowadays, he texts to check in and shoot the shit. But, there’s no way I could let him visit my house for free.

Later on, he asked me to send him a photo of my bruising. I took a close up of my mouth and he said, “Poor you!” My lip is actually doing a lot better than I expected. I’ve been keeping it most with petroleum jelly. It still looks gross but swelling is going down. I might be able to start working next Monday. I doubt I will kiss clients, though… Crazy ass weekend. My nose is even swollen. I was worried people would think I was in a domestic violence dispute.