the emergency room loves me..
it's about time i posted. i've had the worst week. seriously. quick recap:
monday night i went to a fab thai-restaurant with paula and trixxen (beatrixx_) after that we went to see "Lost in Translation". it was such a good night in the sense that i got to hang out with the two of them. all through "högstadiet" (swedish 7th to 9th grade) we hung out like every day. we live on the same street and the three of us were inseparable back then. BUT, you know there has to be a but, when i was putting on or taking off my cute fur har (and no, i don't wear or buy real fur of ethical reasons, i'll tell you the story of the hat later) outside, one of my favorite earrings apparently got pulled out of my hair and now there's a goldstud with a beautifully cut pink topaz somewhere in the snow in stockholm. and those earrings are the only earrings i can be bopthered to wear on a regular basis since they're beautiful, i love them and my mom bought them for me when we visited Olympia, Greece when i was 15 and they have a strong sentimental value for me.
it was so bad. and i got so sad. my mom gave me these pearls to wear since the rest of my billion earrings are too large, too expensive or otherwise too precious for me to wear on a daily basis since apparently i just end up LOSING my frickin' favorite earrings.
go me
that night i got to cuddle again, but here's another good part of my oh so wonderful week, yesterday morning we overslept so he flew out of bed and didn't cuddle with me at all. all i got was just a few kisses. i have a need to cuddle goddamnit. so i went with him downstairs to see him out the door, and after that i went back to bed. i slept for a few hours and only dreamt nightmares. geez, my day was going down the drain in just a few hours. anyuways. i got up at 10.30 or something. after a while i decide that i must clean out my goldfish Helmut's bowl, so i move Helmut into a green, plastic container and start cleaning. as i was cleaning the bowl it self, i had to lift it up a few inches to pour out the water or something and BOOM, the bowl drops to my bathroom floor and literally EXPLODES on me.
(dramatic pause)
all of the sudden i was attacked by pieces of glass. i looked down and saw blood dripping on to the white floor. contrasts, eh? my brother ran in and got stunned by the cut on my leg and the blood. i quickly grabbed some toiletpaper in effort to try to stop some of the bleeding as my brother's running downstairs with me. luckily, the blood started dripping to the floor again as we had gotten down the stairs so it just stained the hardwoodfloors instead of any carpets. i started to frenetically go through the medicinecabinet, but my brother realized that i was shocked and pumping with adrenaline so he basically made me to sit down and he found all the emergencykit-stuff. we wrapped my leg up reallyreally tight and also wrapped up my left hand since there's blood coming out of so many cuts on it and he got me my stuff (i refused to go through my guccipurses in order to find all my id's and medical cards since i didn't want to mess them up as well, hehe) and we raced to the car and sped off to the hospital,. luckily i live near a large hospital, danderyds sjukhus, and in the E.R. i got a room to lie down in straight away and didn't have to sit in the lobby, waiting. I had a male nurse at first, and he was really nice and thought that i was a weird kid since i wanted him to clean out my wound in the leg for me even when he told me to wait for the anesthesia since it would hurt too much otherwise etc.
i got to see a doctor (surgeon, haha) after 1.5hrs or so. he injected me with a whole syringe off anesthesia, and then he stitched my leg up, I now have 5 stitches and the thread is light blue, i wish it could've been pink though. after that he looked at my hands, i had cuts on both my hands and wrists and he got worried by this cut on my pinkyfinger. he asked me if i was numb in it and i tried pinching it and felt barely nothing. so he called for an orthopedist and while i was waiting for him to show up, this really sweet, old lady from the sweidsh red cross came in to my room to chat with me and asked me if she could get anything for me, like coffee, or if i'd like a pillow under my head. she was the cutest thing, a retired nurse, and it was so fab that she just sat there, talking to me about their job as volunteers etc.
anyways the orthopedist finally showed up and made some tests on my left pinkyfinger, including poking it with a paper clip and came to the conclusion that i have nerve damage in it and proceeded to call up a handsurgeon at another hospital across stockholm. after another 35min of waiting or so he came back and told me that the handsurgeon didn't think that surgery was needed since it's only my pinkyfinger, and that there is a possibility that as the finger heals, the nerve damage might heal as well. so i didn't have to be rushed to another hospital to go through emergency surgery, luckily since it was my bloody pinkyfinger. like i can see the need for that if it's your thumb or indexfinger. but my pinky (i like to spell pinkie pinky since it's cuter)finger?
so i was released from the hospital and got to go home. i was so lucky to have my brother and a car at my house yesterday. otherwise i don't know what i would've done. in the evening i got so nauseous. i couldn't eat and all i had had during the day for breakfast and lunch was a single chocolatebar, so i wasn't feeling all too chummy. it was the anasthesia that gor me so nauseous, the frickin pumped me up with that, too much of it for my body to handle apparently.
today i've just stayed at home, i'm not allowed to stress the leg at all now and i've spent the day doing nothing, being bored out of my mind. my friend was supposed to come over after he had dinner with his friend to cuddle with me, but he hasn't showed up and i just called him. so apparently he's still at his friends place and will come over later. he's so not going to get to go to sleep early tonight since i need someone to entertain me. insert evil laugh here.
tomorrow i'm going to a dinnerparty. shall be fun. lots of wine and alcohol and boardgames. i hope someone brings twister. NO wait, i can't play twister. WHY? because i'm fucking retarded and get hurt on a goldfishbowl. yes, i have aggressions towards the fact that becuase of a stupid goldfishbowl, i will end up having a 4inch scar on my left calf.
here's a picture or two of the wound when it was cleaned up and pretty (and not drenched with blood), if you're sensitive to cuts, wounds or blood, don't look:
i'm never buying a goldfish bowl again. eric might adopt Helmut now. poor Helmut. he's such a good goldfish. i'm just glad that he survived though.
sorry for the length and randomness of this post. i'm just really aggravated about the whole thing with the cuts etc.
i hope he gets here soon.. i have nothing to do..
monday night i went to a fab thai-restaurant with paula and trixxen (beatrixx_) after that we went to see "Lost in Translation". it was such a good night in the sense that i got to hang out with the two of them. all through "högstadiet" (swedish 7th to 9th grade) we hung out like every day. we live on the same street and the three of us were inseparable back then. BUT, you know there has to be a but, when i was putting on or taking off my cute fur har (and no, i don't wear or buy real fur of ethical reasons, i'll tell you the story of the hat later) outside, one of my favorite earrings apparently got pulled out of my hair and now there's a goldstud with a beautifully cut pink topaz somewhere in the snow in stockholm. and those earrings are the only earrings i can be bopthered to wear on a regular basis since they're beautiful, i love them and my mom bought them for me when we visited Olympia, Greece when i was 15 and they have a strong sentimental value for me.
it was so bad. and i got so sad. my mom gave me these pearls to wear since the rest of my billion earrings are too large, too expensive or otherwise too precious for me to wear on a daily basis since apparently i just end up LOSING my frickin' favorite earrings.
go me
that night i got to cuddle again, but here's another good part of my oh so wonderful week, yesterday morning we overslept so he flew out of bed and didn't cuddle with me at all. all i got was just a few kisses. i have a need to cuddle goddamnit. so i went with him downstairs to see him out the door, and after that i went back to bed. i slept for a few hours and only dreamt nightmares. geez, my day was going down the drain in just a few hours. anyuways. i got up at 10.30 or something. after a while i decide that i must clean out my goldfish Helmut's bowl, so i move Helmut into a green, plastic container and start cleaning. as i was cleaning the bowl it self, i had to lift it up a few inches to pour out the water or something and BOOM, the bowl drops to my bathroom floor and literally EXPLODES on me.
(dramatic pause)
all of the sudden i was attacked by pieces of glass. i looked down and saw blood dripping on to the white floor. contrasts, eh? my brother ran in and got stunned by the cut on my leg and the blood. i quickly grabbed some toiletpaper in effort to try to stop some of the bleeding as my brother's running downstairs with me. luckily, the blood started dripping to the floor again as we had gotten down the stairs so it just stained the hardwoodfloors instead of any carpets. i started to frenetically go through the medicinecabinet, but my brother realized that i was shocked and pumping with adrenaline so he basically made me to sit down and he found all the emergencykit-stuff. we wrapped my leg up reallyreally tight and also wrapped up my left hand since there's blood coming out of so many cuts on it and he got me my stuff (i refused to go through my guccipurses in order to find all my id's and medical cards since i didn't want to mess them up as well, hehe) and we raced to the car and sped off to the hospital,. luckily i live near a large hospital, danderyds sjukhus, and in the E.R. i got a room to lie down in straight away and didn't have to sit in the lobby, waiting. I had a male nurse at first, and he was really nice and thought that i was a weird kid since i wanted him to clean out my wound in the leg for me even when he told me to wait for the anesthesia since it would hurt too much otherwise etc.
i got to see a doctor (surgeon, haha) after 1.5hrs or so. he injected me with a whole syringe off anesthesia, and then he stitched my leg up, I now have 5 stitches and the thread is light blue, i wish it could've been pink though. after that he looked at my hands, i had cuts on both my hands and wrists and he got worried by this cut on my pinkyfinger. he asked me if i was numb in it and i tried pinching it and felt barely nothing. so he called for an orthopedist and while i was waiting for him to show up, this really sweet, old lady from the sweidsh red cross came in to my room to chat with me and asked me if she could get anything for me, like coffee, or if i'd like a pillow under my head. she was the cutest thing, a retired nurse, and it was so fab that she just sat there, talking to me about their job as volunteers etc.
anyways the orthopedist finally showed up and made some tests on my left pinkyfinger, including poking it with a paper clip and came to the conclusion that i have nerve damage in it and proceeded to call up a handsurgeon at another hospital across stockholm. after another 35min of waiting or so he came back and told me that the handsurgeon didn't think that surgery was needed since it's only my pinkyfinger, and that there is a possibility that as the finger heals, the nerve damage might heal as well. so i didn't have to be rushed to another hospital to go through emergency surgery, luckily since it was my bloody pinkyfinger. like i can see the need for that if it's your thumb or indexfinger. but my pinky (i like to spell pinkie pinky since it's cuter)finger?
so i was released from the hospital and got to go home. i was so lucky to have my brother and a car at my house yesterday. otherwise i don't know what i would've done. in the evening i got so nauseous. i couldn't eat and all i had had during the day for breakfast and lunch was a single chocolatebar, so i wasn't feeling all too chummy. it was the anasthesia that gor me so nauseous, the frickin pumped me up with that, too much of it for my body to handle apparently.
today i've just stayed at home, i'm not allowed to stress the leg at all now and i've spent the day doing nothing, being bored out of my mind. my friend was supposed to come over after he had dinner with his friend to cuddle with me, but he hasn't showed up and i just called him. so apparently he's still at his friends place and will come over later. he's so not going to get to go to sleep early tonight since i need someone to entertain me. insert evil laugh here.
tomorrow i'm going to a dinnerparty. shall be fun. lots of wine and alcohol and boardgames. i hope someone brings twister. NO wait, i can't play twister. WHY? because i'm fucking retarded and get hurt on a goldfishbowl. yes, i have aggressions towards the fact that becuase of a stupid goldfishbowl, i will end up having a 4inch scar on my left calf.
here's a picture or two of the wound when it was cleaned up and pretty (and not drenched with blood), if you're sensitive to cuts, wounds or blood, don't look:
i'm never buying a goldfish bowl again. eric might adopt Helmut now. poor Helmut. he's such a good goldfish. i'm just glad that he survived though.
sorry for the length and randomness of this post. i'm just really aggravated about the whole thing with the cuts etc.
i hope he gets here soon.. i have nothing to do..