I know, I know... I was doing great at the whole āsticking to a scheduleā thing and then I drop off the face of the planet except for Twitter for 2 weeks. For everyone not on Twitter, this all happened almost the moment I made it up to Portland. Iām driving with my chick friend coming to Ladies Night at Exxxotica to get my hair and makeup done at the hotel when a guy decided he wanted to be in my lane instead of me, sending us spinning the wrong way on the freeway at 5pm on a Friday. I was terrified we were about to turn into a pinball, but not one else hit us. It was fucking awful. We had all the airbags go off so my car door was kinda stuck and I was in too much pain to crawl over the seats so I sat in my car for 15 minutes before a nice man asked permission to work on my door to get me out. The video of the scene is insane. Itāll be in my membersā only section because... itās actually all really affected me. The guy who hit me of course says I hit him, but I donāt know about the rest of the world, but when thereās a crash that takes up the entire freeway, I donāt care who is at fault, I would always make sure they were ok. He never once ever spoke to me or even looked at me. My Honda symbol from the front end was perfectly in tact about 59 feet from my actual car lol I had a fun ride in the ambulance since my passenger and I refused to go in separate ones which means there was no room to strap me in like her but a seat to bounce on. You know the movies where they show someone going in to trauma from an accident and thereās 10 doctors all talking at once and it seems all crazy? THATāS HOW IT IS IN REAL LIFE IT WAS INSANE! I had one shoving an ultrasound- looking thing into my abdomen, one on each side trying (and failing) to get IVs in both, another calling out the visible injuries, even one removing alllllmost all my piercings. I had fought my panic attack successfully until the moment they told me they needed to put the ivy in my FEMORAL ARTERY. I lost my mind! Just lost it. Either way, they did the thing, I had no internal bleeding but they kept me overnight and I do have a fractured tailbone. Oh, and possibly a chipped hip, depending on what the xrays from Friday say. Fingers crossed itās not! So thatās why I disappeared. I spent the first week on all of the pain meds trying not to die and this second week has been me mentally figuring out Iām not as ok as I thought. I keep having flashbacks. Keep reliving the spin out and being terrified. I promise Iām coping and being well taken care of. To anyone I missed in Portland I promise to make it up the next time I come up! From now on Iāll be flying though because the road gods have spoken. Iām out! Be ready to come pick me up š I promise to see yāall soon š¤ -Goddess EveB
Lifeās a bitch and then you die, so fuck it all and letās get high! Hello old friends, itās been a while... again. I know, I totally suck at this, but I also partially blame that bitch Life for throwing so much crap at me! After the car wreck and the fractured hips/broken tailbone to the surgery that went awry and the subsequent crash medical diet, Life just keeps them coming. My bones havenāt healed like they should after 8 months. Iāve dropped almost 40lbs including all of my muscle, so thereās some love/hate there but who am I to complain.Ā
With the hits continuing to roll in, Iāve decided to take a break. No internet, no cameras, no uploads, no social media, nothing. Iām going to read a couple books, smoke a lot of herb and play with my dog in the beautiful SoCal outdoors. Sometimes itās good to push through and get stronger by succeeding in spite of it all... and then there are the times that you figure out that youāre too wound up and canāt keep up the pace. This is that time!Ā
Enjoy my fetish trove until I come back in a couple weeks. Itāll be a sexy return, I promise! Thanks for hanging on for the next thing I randomly do š
Another day, another glamorous event in the books! I love when companies hold mixers and meet n greets for industry people to get together and collaborate. Give us some beer pong tables, a DJ and an open bar and we can do anything. They had Fat Burger come and cater the event, and I have to say they have the BEST meat-alternative burgers I have ever tasted. Definitely a must to repeat in the near future. The shenanigans that went on between strip-beer-pong and that open bar, I couldnāt have asked for a better time. Members to my site are going to get an amazing collection of clips and pictures coming š Iām just doing a short blog as Iāve had so many doctors appointments and blood works and tests done I need to sleep a bit more. It wears on you getting your body to heal from major trauma lol Off to sleepytime!
Itās been an interesting rollercoaster to find out that, while some days, or even weeks, I have low pain levels and I feel like Iām progressing, I still have equally as many bad days that knock me flat. It took me talking to my therapist about how annoyed I was that, while last week I was on a great schedule daily that was productive, this week I canāt seem to accomplish anything, to understand that healing doesnāt happen perfectly on a timeline. Last week I was barely limping so I filmed some FemDom clips in my stiletto thigh high boots and favorite leather dress and it felt AMAZING! I felt like I was really getting back into working and healing, I was so excited.... UNTIL... I had to start physical therapy again. I stopped my pool water therapy over a month ago from my fractured having not been healed enough to not cause excruciating pain after every session, so these new sessions are different. Itās to simply break up the scar tissue Iām still swollen with and deal with my bursitis. Let me tell you, it is PAINFUL AF!!! I know itās necessary for my healing, but after a session on Friday and another this pst Monday my limp is back, my soft tissue damage in my abdomen is on fire, and pain is back to 10ās on the pain scale every day this week. My therapist brought up that healing is not linear. Some days my pain will be less, some days more. Itās just how healing goes. And I canāt get too frustrated because it doesnāt do anything to help me heal. Some days Iāll be in stilettos & tight dresses, others Iāll be in flowing, modern hippie style sexy outfits. My ass is still perfection, my boobs just keep growing with me not able to be active yet, and I AM still here. And I WILL kick ass! Itās ok to struggle, so long as we keep pushing forward in spite of it!Ā
Itās been a rough 3 months since the car accident, but Iām still here and kicking. My cracked rib and fractured hip and tailbone are all healing correctly, albeit slow AF! Iām still a long way off from doing any dancing or lasting more than a few in some high heels, even my custom clips and sessions are just beginning to come back to life, but I am hanging on. I keep getting intimidated about writing a blog update because I want to give you guys everything as if I was 100%. I want to give you long, lavish details of sexy shoots and real-time sessions in beautiful writing style for you to drink up each week, but Iāve realized I have to work within the capacity that I have while being ok with that because Iām still broken and healing. So, here it is! I am still here. I am still sexy AF. I am still a Goddess. And for everyone who has stuck with me through all this, yāall are my VIPs.
This month I prepare for Wasteland Weekend at the end of September, so I SHOULD have more new, hot content soon for you!
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