Getting back to normal... Slowly... Too slowly..
I went down to the hospital and got my stitches taken out. It didn't take too long, like 45 minutes at the most. WCA people are stupid, they couldn't accept the fact that I was getting stitches OUT. "Are you bleeding?" "When did this happen?" "Why didn't you come in an ambulance?" That was really irritating. I learned some interesting things though from the nurse guy. The airbag has so much force, that if I'd been holding my Sprite bottle lower it could have lodged it right through my neck. More than I wanted to know. That fact really creeps me out, actually. I don't remember the accident happening. I remember the three of us singing "Dawson and Andie Sing the Blues" and then I remember being at the hospital. Everything in between is just weird. Like I was more watching it than doing it. I don't want to sound like a cliche, but it was just weird. I remember telling my mom to call the dentist, I remember seeing the red car, Jason making a comment about the Geo's license plate, and them telling me to sit down a lot. My levels of consciousness through the whole ordeal are just weird. I remember having my cat scan done and them telling me I might be paralyzed and I was like "shut up, I'm moving my feet right now." The days I've spent around here have went by slowly and quickly. I want Thursday to come so bad so I can actually be around people again. I'd better get good fucking teeth. But the time also goes by so slowly. TV sucks ass, I've watched all my movies a million times, I just keep thinking about the same things over and over again. Missing everybody, wanting my teeth to be fixed. I hate it. I hate just sitting here like a loser. PeeWee is trying to convince me that the teeth thing doesn't matter and that I should go out, but I'm too hard headed for that. I just want this to be over.