Back from Camp
I'm back and alive from Camp. I survived (mostly) and things are (mostly) okay. Except for the fact I was on crutches for most of the session and I have a major cold now from catching it AT CAMP.
So we were playing British Bulldogs, which is like Ships Across the Ocean, only the people don't tag others to get them on their side. You have to pick them all the way up off the ground and yell "One, Two, Three, BRITISH BULLDOGS!" for them to be on the other side. I had gotten on the other team and was going to help Cotton and Scout get Otter when I slipped. My foot curled under me and I fell. So I got to spend the night at Nursies' in excrutiating pain and then got to make a trip to Urgent Care to get an X-Ray. My mom did drive the hour from the cities to take me there, since she wanted her questions answered too. I got a crazy gel splint and my foot smelled like hospital for days after. And then I didn't get to play in the mud during Capture the Flag. I did take cool pictures that turned up in the slideshow though.
The cold isn't so fun either. I started getting it on Monday and it's just gotten worse by the day. I'm glad I'm home, since I woke up with a temp of 100.5 this morning. So I've been in bed most of the day and will not unpack until tomorrow probably. Urgh. I hate this cough I have. It hurts my chest and throat and I want it to stop! Thank God for NyQuil...
Trav didn't write. So I wrote a hard-core, do you wanna be with me letter. He should call tomorrow. Maybe my voice will be back more by then. I got to this point of exhaustion the day after I sprained my foot where I cried about everything. The thing between me and Trav was one. I don't want to be crying about that.
I think I'll go take the miracle of NyQuil after a shower so I can actually get some sleep tonight. I bid anyone who actually reads this an adieu.
So we were playing British Bulldogs, which is like Ships Across the Ocean, only the people don't tag others to get them on their side. You have to pick them all the way up off the ground and yell "One, Two, Three, BRITISH BULLDOGS!" for them to be on the other side. I had gotten on the other team and was going to help Cotton and Scout get Otter when I slipped. My foot curled under me and I fell. So I got to spend the night at Nursies' in excrutiating pain and then got to make a trip to Urgent Care to get an X-Ray. My mom did drive the hour from the cities to take me there, since she wanted her questions answered too. I got a crazy gel splint and my foot smelled like hospital for days after. And then I didn't get to play in the mud during Capture the Flag. I did take cool pictures that turned up in the slideshow though.
The cold isn't so fun either. I started getting it on Monday and it's just gotten worse by the day. I'm glad I'm home, since I woke up with a temp of 100.5 this morning. So I've been in bed most of the day and will not unpack until tomorrow probably. Urgh. I hate this cough I have. It hurts my chest and throat and I want it to stop! Thank God for NyQuil...
Trav didn't write. So I wrote a hard-core, do you wanna be with me letter. He should call tomorrow. Maybe my voice will be back more by then. I got to this point of exhaustion the day after I sprained my foot where I cried about everything. The thing between me and Trav was one. I don't want to be crying about that.
I think I'll go take the miracle of NyQuil after a shower so I can actually get some sleep tonight. I bid anyone who actually reads this an adieu.