Oh, Krissy...
*shakes head*
So a gianormous container of ice cream fell on my foot. More like attacked me. Jerk. Basically we had a "MAN DOWN! MAN DOWN!" flashlight shining situation in the Warehouse. I didn't go to the clinic cause I honestly believed I didn't need to. This happened on Friday at around the time of 11:15 am. It is now 2:51 am on Sunday morning. Apparently, the only way to make my mother stop with the annoyance was to agree to go to the hospital in the real morning time...as in when it's daylight out. Because she noticed that my foot is all bumped out on one side...since she is the legally blind one, she feels as if this observation of hers is somehow creditable. I think the words, "If I (stress the word I) can notice a difference then there MUST be something wrong. It must be broken," were spoken. I naturally being the stubborn Krissy that I am argued with, "No it's not, I know it isn't." Mom gave me a look. I responded with, "I know it isn't, because I don't want it to be." Needless to say that didn't help me case in the slightest, so I'm going to go get those stupid x-rays done tomorrow.
I also decided that I am never again going to injure myself from the waist down. It makes life very inconvient. When I had a sprained wrist...life was dandy. Now, not so much.
Ang and I did homework on Saturday night...cause I'm dying. Then we took turns playing hours and hours of Baten Kaitos. We are kewl...don't argue.
Also...kind of related to dying...I was supposed to get a slip from my doctor so I could go get some testing (of the all goes back to this summer cause it will just never end sort) done at a testing center. But it never came in the mail...and I went to the office to pick it up, and they were all, "Kristina, we mailed that to you on Friday." (I went on Monday.) Uhhhh...HELLO! Western Wayne Physicians....Where is my slip??? So I didn't go do that yet, obviously.
So a gianormous container of ice cream fell on my foot. More like attacked me. Jerk. Basically we had a "MAN DOWN! MAN DOWN!" flashlight shining situation in the Warehouse. I didn't go to the clinic cause I honestly believed I didn't need to. This happened on Friday at around the time of 11:15 am. It is now 2:51 am on Sunday morning. Apparently, the only way to make my mother stop with the annoyance was to agree to go to the hospital in the real morning time...as in when it's daylight out. Because she noticed that my foot is all bumped out on one side...since she is the legally blind one, she feels as if this observation of hers is somehow creditable. I think the words, "If I (stress the word I) can notice a difference then there MUST be something wrong. It must be broken," were spoken. I naturally being the stubborn Krissy that I am argued with, "No it's not, I know it isn't." Mom gave me a look. I responded with, "I know it isn't, because I don't want it to be." Needless to say that didn't help me case in the slightest, so I'm going to go get those stupid x-rays done tomorrow.
I also decided that I am never again going to injure myself from the waist down. It makes life very inconvient. When I had a sprained wrist...life was dandy. Now, not so much.
Ang and I did homework on Saturday night...cause I'm dying. Then we took turns playing hours and hours of Baten Kaitos. We are kewl...don't argue.
Also...kind of related to dying...I was supposed to get a slip from my doctor so I could go get some testing (of the all goes back to this summer cause it will just never end sort) done at a testing center. But it never came in the mail...and I went to the office to pick it up, and they were all, "Kristina, we mailed that to you on Friday." (I went on Monday.) Uhhhh...HELLO! Western Wayne Physicians....Where is my slip??? So I didn't go do that yet, obviously.