I woke up this morning and recieved several emails from concerned friends who had heard talk of crutches, and my injured knee on my MySpace account. I quickly responded to a few saying that I was fine, and my knee was mending.
However, one of my friends got this email response.
Freak accident. I was in that cab that lost control on Ashland over the weekend. It was on the news. Cabbie has chest pains swerves into oncoming traffic flips the cab and I end up in the hospital for a few days. The worst part is that my left knee was hyper-extended and I'm having to give myself these little shots of some kinda drug, Xenalophx, to prevent what might become gangrene. That's when it becomes serious. Other than the few lost teeth the knee was my only injury. The cabbie is fine and I got on the news so it could've been worse.
He can take it. It's just a little joke that I think might've been wasted on anyone else but this friend. This friend will read my email, think about it and then be torn between the two possibilities.
Is it true?
Is he screwing with me?
Then he'll probably write me back a cautious, 'Hey that sucks about the cab. Gangrene, really?' email, and I'll give up the joke and admit what really happened... "No, bruised my knee. Just clowning around with you. Couldn't help it."
(Come to think of it my best friend's mother would've been extremely distraught over the possibilty of me fighting off gangrene. It would've really been funny. Oh well, maybe next time.)
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