Friday and Saturday

My Friday and Saturday was quite nice, thank goodness for the bright and sunny weather. Even though the weather was great, I spend a lot of my time in pain because of my skinned knee.

I was rushing to yoga class on Thursday around 3 because I was running late from watching Glee on Hulu with a friend. I wasn't even that late because class starts at 3:30 and it was 3:10 but I still needed to change into my yoga/gym clothes. So I'm rushing in my burmuda shorts and my brown flip flops through Oakland Avenue where all the cars go by and students are walking back and forth to class and from class and suddenly I see this car. The driver in this car and a friend are backing up (how do I know this? the white lights on the back of the car was on) into the drive way I was going to be crossing past in about seven seconds.

7, 6, 5, plop! I'm on the ground, I'm laying flat on the ground in the middle of the day by a busy street with plenty of people around. I get up on my knees and look over my right shoulder and I see a guy walking over to help me but by the point he reaches me, I'm already up. I mumble without thinking "Thank you" and start rushing again. I'm rushing, rushing past three students and I find out that my palms are scratched and my side got scratched and both of my knees. I reach the yoga building and take a look at my right knee and there is blood.

I entered the builing and asked my teacher for a band aid and continued to feel stupid. This past Friday and last night, my knee became extremely painful. It was a weird yellowy color and it was pussing whenever I put a bandaid on it. I decided to take a picture of it for memory.