How to Properly Break Your Ankle: Day 61

Today was a big day. First of all, I was seeing this crazy girl -no really, she's crazy- I've known since 6th grade and we were off to "The Happiest Place on Earth." That's right folks, this is all about Disneyland: Injured Style.

We get to Disneyland and first things first, we trade in my crutches for a wheelchair. It wasn't the best of all wheelchairs but it was a worthwhile investment.

The first attraction we went to we kind of made fools of ourselves. We were having issues with a self-operational lift and no one really cared to help us. But once we got over that hump we went on much cooler rides, like Indiana Jones.

Go figure they let the broken one be the driver.

Then, we went on other rides. First there was Pirates of the Caribbean, then Haunted Mansion.
The coolest thing about the Haunted Mansion was that we got a secret extra ride. When you're in a wheelchair, you get to ride the Doom Buggy through the entire track and get spit out where you load. Then, you go back through the way you came in and up the elevator and out the front entrance.

Super secret back way!

Then we went on more rides, including Thunder Mountain Railroad, It's A Small World, and Buzz Lightyear Astro Blasters. Astro Blasters was awesome! I got a really high score.

I rock.

Next, we found our way to Space Mountain and even watch the Captain EO movie. This of course only resulted in my further desire to one day dance as cool as Michael Jackson.

Overall, a Disneyland experience is made exponentially better in a wheelchair because you don't have to wait in long lines and deal with as many people.

There is the dark side of being in a wheelchair at Disneyland though. You would think people would be considerate of the fact that you're in a wheelchair. Mostly because when you compare wheelchairs to strollers, wheelchairs have a lot less protection for the person in them. But overall, I was treated like any other stroller. We were cut off, no one really tried to dodge us, and we almost ran over a few people.

They totally deserved it.

How to Properly Break Your Ankle: Days 57 - 60

After weeks of being deprived of some of the coolest kids I know (Forrest and Savannah), I was finally invited over to their place for a potluck.
The potluck was said to start at six at their place and for once I arrived almost on time. The moment I got there, it all kind of looked like this:

*crickets chirp*

Slowly, people showed up, and once everyone was there it was brought to my attention that everyone knew about me with the following conversation occurring multiple times in slightly different ways.
Person: "So uh, how did you do that?" *points to ankle*
Me: "Oh, I was bouldering with these kids," *points to Forrest and Savannah* "and I fell."
Person: "Oooooooh! You're that friend!"
Me: *laughs* "Yeah, that's me."

Proud moment #57

The potluck ended as any potluck would, people slowly started to trickle out as the night went on. I finally decided to leave when I considered I still had to make a 40 minute drive back home. But I did not leave without attempting a live action crutch shuffle for Ms. Savannah Russell.

Don't try this at home.

A few days later, a friend invited me to check out the Torrey Pines Glider Port with him. Before I had gotten down there, it seemed to have slipped his mind that I was on crutches and he wanted to take this treacherous path down to the beach below. With one look at it I quickly informed him that wasn't happening.

Cliff of DOOM.

He managed to make up for it though because I got to experience my first piggy back ride as an injured person.

Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Afterwards, we watched 2001: A Space Odyssey. I proceeded to have my mind blown yet again.

Then I spent my Tuesday eagerly anticipating Wednesday.

Disneyland, Disneyland, Disneyland, Disneyland!!

How To Properly Break Your Ankle: Day 56

On this particular day, I was getting a visit from my good friend/old RA Andrew. He came bearing much wisdom -the best being how I should not go to grad school. Unfortunately, life may pan out in a way that grad school is the only option for me.

But enough about the lame stuff! What really matters is how we decided to spend our entire day together.

Amy and Andrew: Professional Adventurers.

Our day started off poorly.

This lasted a good half hour.

I was determined to show Andrew that I am capable of fun things. We started our day with a healthy, huge, breakfast. And then were on our way to the Air and Space Museum.

We played in the space exhibit first. We learned that you can't go in to space if you're broken, no space colony is complete without a trampoline, and that 4D technology is out of this world.

That last one is water getting thrown in our faces. Andrew had protection, I did not.

We went and played in the air exhibit next. This wasn't as exciting, they just had a bunch of airplanes.

Snoopy as the Red Baron was a big perk.

Once we left the Air and Space Museum we had a long walk back to the car. It was basically Andrew's form of torture. Of course, he played it off as preparation for my days at Cal Poly.

Worst. Idea. Ever.

Then we were on our way to Seaport Village for a quick stop. We went in to the kite shop and the guy working told me about how he broke his ankle once too.

We're besties now.

After our brief visit at Seaport Village, Andrew drove us to hang out with his friends. Where we proceeded to get dinner and then play Boggle for hours.

Andrew is the worst Boggle player ever.

Then, our day drew to a close and Andrew finally dropped me off at my house.