Luke Tierney Unleashed on Eastern Europe – Pt 1

Luke Tierney Unleashed on Eastern Europe – Pt 1

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Running gaily through the lush, green fields in the small mountain town of Bittola, Macedonia, I was the happiest I’ve been in some time.  With a belly filled with burek (a local delicacy), and a cool breeze running across my face, life was as fine as the delicious, cheap beer I had become accustomed to consuming.

Then I tripped on a rock and tumbled down a knoll.

When I sat up (after having rolled a considerable distance) the first thing I noticed was that my foot was facing the wrong way. “Bad foot.” I said, grabbing it, and twisting it back around so it would face the right way again.

Awkwardly getting to my feet, I began limping towards where my friends were waiting for me.   After the laughing had subsided (they are good friends) they decided it was probably going to be best for me to keep weight off the old twisted foot.  “Good idea idiots” I said, thinking the only more obvious advice could have been for me to challenge them all to a foot-race.

We decided that rather than me hop the whole way, my friends would try various “carrying techniques” we’d seen in survival reality TV shows and disaster movies.   Eventually, the fire-fighter piggy-back from John Travolta’s “Ladder 49” seemed to be the pick.

They took it in turns, and eventually, within an hour, we were at the bottom of the mountain.   Did I mention we were on top of a mountain when this happened?  Because we were.   So at the bottom of the mountain (yes, mountain), my friend’s Father (who happens to look exactly like an Eastern European version of George Clooney) drove a few of us to the local hospital.

The hospital wasn’t really like the hospitals back home.  I was reminded of several levels from the N64 game, Goldeneye.  Somewhere between “facility” and “silo”.  Pretty damn cool I thought as I gripped the rickety wheelchair and attempted to make sense of the signs on doors that were written in Cyrillic.

We busted through to the x-ray room, (this room was actually more like the “bunker”, level, with a massive grey machine, covered in indecipherable instructions and a great yellow “radiation” sign) where my foot was immediately x-rayed.  Apparently that “radiation” sign was just for show, as few precautions seemed to be made to protect me against said radiation.

As for the results of this x-ray?   Stay tuned for the next exciting installment.