Hospital trip
Well, yesterday I went to the hospital. I slipped and cracked my head against the ground. Blood splattered like I had no idea. Once I fell I was paralysed for a few seconds, and I will admit it was very scary. Will I be able to move again? Will I live? Will I get to see Fiona again? All sorts of questions raced through my mind, but a few seconds afterwards I could move. I got on my knees, and I heard someone say "Your bleeding". I could smell the blood, the air was thick with it after a few seconds. I had no idea I was bleeding though. It didn't hurt at all. The jenitor walked in, and he got some help. Buncha people were wiping blood off my head and back. They told me not to look, but I did anyways. If it weren't for the fact my own blood doesn't scare me, I would have been flipping out. The firefighters came for me, and so did the cops. I went for a ride in the ambulance, but they refused to let me get a drink. I had a nice talk with them, pretty nice people. So I was lying on the bed for a little while with my dad next to me when the doctor came in. They asked if I wanted to use drugs, or just get the staples. I didn't get any drugs, and I just leaned forward. One by one they put the staples into my head as I tried to focus on other things as best I could. It didn't hurt as much as people said it would. Still, it's irritating. I went on my way, and gave Fiona a call when I got to a rest spot, then when I got home. They did a shit stapling job though. I should have had one or two more staples, and they sapled my hair into the wound. I get them removed next wednesday. I'm sorry if I scared anyone, I didn't mean to. Nothing I could really control. It's extremely irritating, if I move the wrong way it stings. Well, I'm gonna get more to eat. See ya.