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I was in a car accident yesterday. I was pulling away from a stop sign trying to peer around the ever present(atleast in Illinois) corn . . . and greatly shortening that part of the story, the Semi-Truck driver and I both did everything we could to avoid an accident... Never the less, I, in my boyfriends 97 Chevy, was hit by the Semi-Truck on the passengers side.
. . .
Both of us are relatively uninjured, and able to walk away... While waiting to be told I could go home, I was crying on my mom's shoulder, when my eyebrow ring kept pulling funny- I felt and the ball was missing from the captive ring.-- "Damn it, this is just a kick in the balls after everything else. Now I have to buy a new eyebrow ring."
Two quick bits of back info~
~ I have to remove my eyebrow everyday for work, so I've been having trouble, keeping track of the balls, and I'm on my 3 or 4 ring in the last two months.
~ I'm already a little bit crazy, and when I'm hysterical... I'm a little more crazy and it tends to skew my priorities.
I called my oldest sister to tell her I was okay, my dad had found out when he was at her house, and the conversation sorta went as follows.
"Not that you really care, but I'm okay."
"I'm not that heartless, but I figured you were okay, well as okay as you'll every be as Sherry you're already pretty messed up."
"See I knew somewher deep inside you really cared. The really kick in the nuts is I lost the captive ball from my eyebrow ring."
"I think thats a sign from God you shouldn't have it!"
. . . And the conversation soon ended.
. . . I went to emergency room in Havana to get checked over, and I was putting on my clothes for the final time, they kept having me put on gowns for this and that and I'd change out of them just as soon as I thought I could. . . But I was finally done, pulled my top over my head looked at the examination table and the ball to my eyebrow ring was sitting in the middle of the table.
Obviously, this was a sign from god... I'm meant to have my eyebrow ring.
. . .
Both of us are relatively uninjured, and able to walk away... While waiting to be told I could go home, I was crying on my mom's shoulder, when my eyebrow ring kept pulling funny- I felt and the ball was missing from the captive ring.-- "Damn it, this is just a kick in the balls after everything else. Now I have to buy a new eyebrow ring."
Two quick bits of back info~
~ I have to remove my eyebrow everyday for work, so I've been having trouble, keeping track of the balls, and I'm on my 3 or 4 ring in the last two months.
~ I'm already a little bit crazy, and when I'm hysterical... I'm a little more crazy and it tends to skew my priorities.
I called my oldest sister to tell her I was okay, my dad had found out when he was at her house, and the conversation sorta went as follows.
"Not that you really care, but I'm okay."
"I'm not that heartless, but I figured you were okay, well as okay as you'll every be as Sherry you're already pretty messed up."
"See I knew somewher deep inside you really cared. The really kick in the nuts is I lost the captive ball from my eyebrow ring."
"I think thats a sign from God you shouldn't have it!"
. . . And the conversation soon ended.
. . . I went to emergency room in Havana to get checked over, and I was putting on my clothes for the final time, they kept having me put on gowns for this and that and I'd change out of them just as soon as I thought I could. . . But I was finally done, pulled my top over my head looked at the examination table and the ball to my eyebrow ring was sitting in the middle of the table.
Obviously, this was a sign from god... I'm meant to have my eyebrow ring.