Face down in the dirt, she said it doesn't hurt...
...but let me tell you, it really does.
My night last night was something else. I was not at all happy with the way things went, but what in the hell could I do?
My night started when Katie called me and asked me if I wanted to go and hang out with her, which would lead to me being able to see George (the guy whom I wish to give my heart). I graciously accepted and I went with them to see Adrian (another friend), and we went up to the park in Oxford to kill some time until we could go pick up Blaine.
Todd, did the dumbest thing he could. He stepped up on the merry go round and turned on his heel to step off. the merry go round moved, and he hit the dirt. [end third person] At that point I had to run to Katie, George, and Adrian, and tell them that I was bleeding. At first they didn't believe me but I spat out dirt and blood and showed them my ruined jacket that I had started to bleed on.
Katie asked me to lift my head and show her how bad it was. It really didn't help when I barely lifted my head and she screamed "Oh my God!". Not, comforting. So we get me to a KFC right around the corner as she's calling my mom, and during all of this I have gone into shock and stopped feeling the pain. My mom gets there, and all of my friends jump into the truck and we go to the hospital.
My friends stayed as long as they could before their curfews, George even offered me his jacket because it was red already and he didn't want me to mess up my black and white one. I didn't take it because I'd rather ruin my jacket than his. I find out later that my mom had left my dad at Ruby Tuesday's, and he got a ride to the hospital with a friend of his who he saw at the restaurant and had been talking to while my mom was helping me get myself together.
I ended up with two stitches in my upper lip, and now I've got bandages all over the lower portion of my face from where I fell. My lips are so swolen I went from Cameron Diaz to Angelina Jolie with collagen injections. The tetanus shot and the injections of novicaine to make my lips numb enough to stitch was seriously not fun either... but I kind of had no choice. My dad kept telling me while I was sitting there that everything would be okay. I hadn't started crying until he was trying to comfort me... but that was just a bad time to comfort me since the shock had worn off and I was beginning to feel terrible for how my evening went and the fact that I didn't get to hug George goodbye.
I didn't get to say goodbye to my friends before my mom and dad took me home, but Katie left a bag of Skittles with my dad to make me feel better. Too bad I can't work my mouth well enough to have anything other than liquids. When I have better speech I plan on calling her and thanking her but for now, I'm stuck in a recliner watching movies. I just did get up to write this entry and I'm back to the chair in a few. These are the times I wish I already had my laptop... but I digress.
I'm off to rest. Thanks for listening to me babble.
My night last night was something else. I was not at all happy with the way things went, but what in the hell could I do?
My night started when Katie called me and asked me if I wanted to go and hang out with her, which would lead to me being able to see George (the guy whom I wish to give my heart). I graciously accepted and I went with them to see Adrian (another friend), and we went up to the park in Oxford to kill some time until we could go pick up Blaine.
Todd, did the dumbest thing he could. He stepped up on the merry go round and turned on his heel to step off. the merry go round moved, and he hit the dirt. [end third person] At that point I had to run to Katie, George, and Adrian, and tell them that I was bleeding. At first they didn't believe me but I spat out dirt and blood and showed them my ruined jacket that I had started to bleed on.
Katie asked me to lift my head and show her how bad it was. It really didn't help when I barely lifted my head and she screamed "Oh my God!". Not, comforting. So we get me to a KFC right around the corner as she's calling my mom, and during all of this I have gone into shock and stopped feeling the pain. My mom gets there, and all of my friends jump into the truck and we go to the hospital.
My friends stayed as long as they could before their curfews, George even offered me his jacket because it was red already and he didn't want me to mess up my black and white one. I didn't take it because I'd rather ruin my jacket than his. I find out later that my mom had left my dad at Ruby Tuesday's, and he got a ride to the hospital with a friend of his who he saw at the restaurant and had been talking to while my mom was helping me get myself together.
I ended up with two stitches in my upper lip, and now I've got bandages all over the lower portion of my face from where I fell. My lips are so swolen I went from Cameron Diaz to Angelina Jolie with collagen injections. The tetanus shot and the injections of novicaine to make my lips numb enough to stitch was seriously not fun either... but I kind of had no choice. My dad kept telling me while I was sitting there that everything would be okay. I hadn't started crying until he was trying to comfort me... but that was just a bad time to comfort me since the shock had worn off and I was beginning to feel terrible for how my evening went and the fact that I didn't get to hug George goodbye.
I didn't get to say goodbye to my friends before my mom and dad took me home, but Katie left a bag of Skittles with my dad to make me feel better. Too bad I can't work my mouth well enough to have anything other than liquids. When I have better speech I plan on calling her and thanking her but for now, I'm stuck in a recliner watching movies. I just did get up to write this entry and I'm back to the chair in a few. These are the times I wish I already had my laptop... but I digress.
I'm off to rest. Thanks for listening to me babble.