my story ended on crutches.

I was filming for 24h Berlin on friday. It was more that I made sure that the filming went alright, getting rid of any possible obstacle to keep the camera rolling. All of a sudden, I turned into my own obstacle. or, more precisely, it was the stairs. Only two or three steps but it hurt. A lot. The story of somebody else was over for me, I got pushed back into my own one. and, a little later, I got pushed to the x-ray department in a wheel-chair. It was all so weird, so very very weird that I had nothing better to do than laugh. I laughed all evening until I faced those 78 steps that I needed to be walked up. I managed. Over the last two days, I watched 6 DVDs, and, most bizarrely, my real doc was playing a doc in a film that I watched. life is a strange thiiiiii-i--i--ing.