I wasn't really going to write about this but I was encouraged to share the story of my weekend.
It should have been the best weekend I had in a long time. Instead, I am bruised and battered and am missing part of a tooth. Go figure!
This was the weekend that I "opened" a little show of my photographs at my favourite Chinese restaurant. I had planned to celebrate on Saturday night by going, with my friends, to karaoke at this same restaurant and just enjoying myself. All was going fine for the day, the weather was beautiful, I bought new skateboarding shoes and even some tulips for my mom.
But, on the way to the bus, I tripped...Possibly over the curb or my shoelaces (of the old shoes) and went hurtling face first into the pavement. My hands were full from shopping and although one hand (which by the way is now brown and blue) went down first, I managed to hit my face on the pavement. One of my teeth broke part way off and the other part of it went through my upper lip.
So, there I was, a nice gentleman helping me up, while I was bleeding profusely and he picked up my purchases for the day and he walked me into the
flower shop near to where I hit the pavement. He was so nice and he hung around to ensure I was alright but eventually left before I could get his name. ( I will have to go by the flower shop to see if he came back). My first thought was, "shit! so much for the karaoke party tonight" and the second was well, who should I visit first, the dentist or the emergency unit of the hospital.
I must have had my head on straight because I figured that the dentist's office would close earlier so I should start there. My poor dentist had to come all the way back from his home but he managed to get the bits of teeth out and then suggested that I get the the hospital to check my head. They determined that I was fine and sent me on my way. However, not until after they had given me a tetanus shot for good measure.
I managed to reach everyone while I was still bleeding to cancel the little soiree. I am sorry to have missed it but well, life happens.
Nevertheless, the photos have been hung up and it was a joy to see them up on the wall. I will heal and the dentist will be repairing my tooth tomorrow after the swelling has going down. I was thinking of donning an eye patch and a fake gold tooth and telling everyone that I became a pirate over the weekend.
Don't despair though. Hopefully, this coming Friday (our rescheduled date)we will try again. Maybe after then I can share with you the story of realizing my dream of becoming a Spice Girl? Ear plugs anyone?
By the way, if you are in the Victoria area and would like to see my photos, go to Gladiola Restaurant located at 622 Fisgard Street. And while you are there, drop by for a bite... I strongly recommend the Hong Kong style tea and the french toast... However, everything is good there!