On Wednesday, May 30, 2018, we went to see the Butcher Babies Meet and Greet and concert in Corpus Christi. It’s been a while since I’ve gone to a concert. I think the last one we went to was Katy Perry in January. Sit back and relax because this is going to be one crazy story.
At around 5 AM, I woke up to go to the bathroom and feed the cats. It was dark, and I couldn’t see where I was going. I slipped and fell and heard something on my body crack very loudly.
My first thought was, Well, that sounded expensive.
I start panicking because I don’t know what to do. Finally, I yelled out for my dad to help me because there was no way I could do it by myself. I felt bad because my dad should not have been lifting me off the floor because of his health. He helped me get into a chair. I waited there while my mom got dressed.
Surprisingly, I didn’t pass out from the pain. I have never broken anything before. I’ve passed out for being 10 minutes later for class, but a broken ankle is no big deal. Luckily, we have a wheelchair that my dad uses sometimes, and my dad wheels me to the car so that my mom can take me to the Emergency Room. I didn’t realize how far the hospital was from our house until I was sitting in the car in pain for 20 minutes.
The hospital workers in front bring a wheelchair to get me, and I get in the chair. I had forgotten my glasses, so I tell them, “Just so you guys know, I’m blind and can’t see anything.” Now when I don’t have my glasses, I can’t see anything farther than 3 inches in front of my face.
One of the guys says in amazement, “Wow. How did you know where my hand was?”
I was like, ” Oh, my god. I just meant I don’t have my glasses. I’m sorry.”
I had a good laugh. They didn’t think it was that funny.
They ask me all the standard questions, and then they take me in for an X-Ray.
About an hour later, they tell us my ankle is broken in 2 places and that I need surgery. They put my leg in a splint and send me home and refer me to an orthopedic surgeon. I get to the surgeon at about 10 AM, and they do another set of X-rays on me because they can’t find my other ones. They come back to tell me that I will need surgery and that I will be off my feet for a minimum of six weeks.
That was all fine and dandy, but what I really wanted to know was if I could still go to the Butcher Babies Meet and Greet.
I asked the doctor if it was okay to go to the Butcher Babies Meet and Greet and concert since it was indoors, and I had a wheelchair at home. He said okay for the Meet and Greet, but not the concert. We were initially going to leave around noon, but I didn’t leave the doctor until about 12:45. We just barely made it to Corpus Christi with 30 minutes to spare. The venue is the House of Rock. They had some excellent pizza there. Heidi was freaking out that I broke my ankle that morning, went to the emergency room, saw the doctor and got a splint, then drove 3 hours to Corpus Christi for the Meet and Greet.
“That’s dedication!” said Heidi.
I was on pain medication, so I’m not sure, but I think Hank was the one that said, “If that were me, I would have bailed. That’s awesome that you still came to see us.”
My dad says, “In our family, that’s not enough to stop us.”
We didn’t get to stay for the show, but I got a wristband, and the whole band signed my splint. It was the 4th best night of my life: concert edition.