After about a day and a half in the hospital I, once again, was let out, but I was in a foot cast and couldn't run practically three feet without my leg hurting to hell. They also said sometimes my foot is going to hurt no matter what it touches so i'm going to have to use crutches at those times. Fine with me. But the next part bugged me; I was going to have to stay off work for a few days. That means I probably wasn't going to get paid as much as I was at the time. Oh well. I walked out into the still-rainy Bright Annex. Looks like the weatherman was wrong. I called a taxi to stop and got in. "Woodland Suburbs." I said. He began to drive. I looked around and saw people limping over, cold in the rain, and bums hanging around about-to-be-burned-out canfires. After about 15 minutes, we arrived at the bridge. Once we got to the booths, the driver was searched, the trunk and inside of the vehicle was searched, and then we got the "Pass" signal and the taxi driver began to drive again. I listened to the radio it was on, which seemed to be a talk show. Soon we arrived at the suburbs. "This is close enough, thanks." I said, paying the driver $30. I got out, and suddenly my leg felt like it was stabbed. I cursed under my breath and then got my crutches and began going to my house. I arrived, fed the cat, talked to my wife about things, then sat down and watched TV, the cat ate and then jumped up by me and curled up and went to sleep. I don't blame her. It did seem to be a tiring day.
