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June 9, 2007

I went fishing and all I got was stitches.

The BF took me to some reservoir near his hometown to fish today. Things were going good, it was beautiful outside with a slight breeze. Nice and relaxing time, albeit no bites.

The day went downhill quickly though, starting with my line getting all tangled up inside the reel.

Then I tripped. Not a big deal, I got up, brushed myself off, all the while chuckling at my klutziness. Chuckling stopped when I noticed my foot was gushing blood. Alot of it. Wiped it off, saw how big the gash was, and said to The BF “I think I’m going to need stitches!”

Turns out there was a big piece of metal sticking up from the ground where I tripped, and it slashed open the top of my foot 3 cm.

Next, in the rush to get our fishing gear in his car to get me to the hospital, The BF broke the top of his fishing rod!

Three unfortunate incidents in less than five minutes: my rod, my foot, his rod.

Strangest thing is that my foot never hurt. It stung the tiniest bit, but considering how huge the gash is I thought I would be in tears. All the way back into town I put pressure on it with my hand and my hand cramped up and hurt more than my foot did!

A trip to the hospital and four stitches later, I’m jus’ peachy. Here’s to hoping the next time I go fishing things turn out better!

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2 Responses to “I went fishing and all I got was stitches.”

  1. Mr. Big said:
    June 9th, 2007 at 11:23 pm

    you’ve been going out how long? and already you broke his rod! :)

  2. Sarah said:
    June 10th, 2007 at 11:24 am

    Ha! This coupled with your last post makes it seem like fishing just isn’t your thing!

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