"That's enough projectile vomit for one day..."

Well....That may seem like a graphic quote for a title but it has seemed to literally explain my past week. My two friends have probably seen me almost, if not, my worst at least for a few moment.
On the Saturday of Memorial Day weekend, my friend Lizzy Erb and I were headed up to the Milwaukee area for our friends David and Lindsey's wedding. We had to leave especially early because it was a 10 a.m. wedding ceremony. For some reason, we ended up leaving even earlier then we actually needed to but God knew we needed the extra time.
We stopped for Panera breakfast and speedily headed our way up north. We spent almost the entire time chatting away about our post-college stress disorder (PCSD) and other imp
ortant topics. Well, about half-way up on the ride, I started not feeling super hot and a little nauseous. But I didn't say anything because 1) I didn't want to admit I wasn't feeling well and 2) I though not acknowledging it would make it go away. Well, eventually I had to admit I wasn't feeling well but this came a tad too late. About one minute after actually telling Lizzy I wasn't feeling, I vomited in my purse and some on her dashboard.
After shedding a couple tears and calming my body shakes, I immediately started laughing. At this point, Lizzy had entered mom care-taker mode as she reassured me we had plenty of time to stop by target to get some ginger ale and shout wipes. Lizzy also pointed out that I could've used the empty panera bag sitting right next to me rather than my rather full, bright pink, target purse. I wasn't thinking clearly so it seemed like the most logical solution.
After entering target, I realized there was no use for trying to salvage my vomit and coffee spills on my dress with a shout wipe so I picked out a super cute new one or 20 dollars. It was even 9:30 a.m. It made for a great story to tell during the day. Probably one of my favorite people that I told this story to was the Graham Aitken. He had heard it once and then brought it up later while at the reception by telling Lizzy, "That's enough projectile vomit for one day." Not everybody at the table had heard the story so I again told everyone my crazy day before the wedding. Graham loved the fact that I threw up in my purse rather than the empty paper bag...:) which is quite humorous.
Lizzy saw me in one of most ridiculous moments of throwing up and was an amazing friend. She didn't even stop to think about herself or how disgusting it was that I had just puked on her buggie. I am so thankful for Lizzy – she was so awesome during the time of crisis. Overall the wedding day ended up being really awesome after the early morning drama.
The second moments and friend who saw me at my worst over these past couple of weeks was Jesse Flanagan. As I wrote in my last blog, I’ve been volunteering for a congressional campaign with Jesse. Well, just about a week ago, I went in to work with Jesse on Friday. We had spent a good part of the morning doing work and different types of research as we worked together. Right around the time that we usually break for lunch for a few minutes, I decided to head towards the bathroom, which ended up being one of the worst trips I have ever made.
As I stood up and was about to sit back down on my chair, I fell extremely hard on the floor. After the immediate cries and cursing, Jesse came running (at least that’s what I imagined he did) to see how I need help. Well, after composing myself, I had him open the door to me sitting with my arm resting on the toilet as tears streamed down my face. I was able to laugh about the fact that I was resting on the toilet. Finally I scooted my way out of the bathroom and sat on the floor. Jesse offered any help I would need but I decided to take a few minutes to rest.
My left leg was extremely piercing in pain which would not relent. Jesse sat there with me as I cried, trying to be strong but ultimately giving up. After a couple of minutes, I sloppily explained that I didn’t know if something was wrong or not because I have a hard time centralizing my pain because of my nerve disorder. Jesse calmly offered the idea of calling my nearby sister, Rachel, to come help me. She headed over immediately once hearing about the fall, although it would still be about 20 minutes.
I knew as I sat there that Ben (the guy running for congress) would be coming in soon. My whole being fought against wanting him to see me like that – it is so freaking hard to let a stranger see you at your worst moment. Within a couple of minutes, Ben arrived slightly confused over me sitting near the bathroom on the floor and Jesse nearby on the couch. After the explanation, we sat and waited for Rachel, occasionally talking some business while I hid my tears as my leg throbbed. Once Rach came, we decided right away to go to urgent care. Ben and Jesse collected my stuff and helped me get into my chair and the car. Jesse helped me get into my chair but giving me a big hug and sliding me over. He told me later that next time I should just ask for a hug.  Jesse possibly saw me at my worst but was an incredible friend through it all.
After an extremely long urgent care visit, the doc told me I had fractured my fibula, the smaller lower leg bone. I was given a script of Vicodin and a referral to an orthopedist. I now have an awesome black boot and am going in 10 days to get it xrayed to see how the healing is going.
It’s been a rough week. I won’t lie. A broken leg bone hurts like hell. And it is hard because it’s disabling to me even more so. I’ve had multiple breakdowns which are often pain-induced about it. The fear that something could take away even more of my mobility is always there and even more so when something like this happens. I know God is there and I need to put my complete trust in him, especially with my fears but I don’t have that figured out right now. If you think of me, pray that I would be able to do this and also for healing of my leg.
What I do know is that my friends and family have been amazing. Lizzy, Jesse, Rachel, I can’t thank you all enough for helping me through my worst. I literally could not be here without you guys. If I were by myself right now, I would be wearing a vomit, coffee-stained dress and have an unprotected broken leg. You guys have been a huge blessing along with everyone else who has helped me this week. Thank you so much.