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I'm so freakin' sick of everything, right now. Everything has gone wrong lately.
I finally got let out of the hospital today. Doctor had to give me several needles first as blackmail, but eventually he did enough it seemed and mum and john picked me up. Then just as we get to the main road a few streets from our house. Somebody hit us.
I can't freakin' believe that after all the sh*t this week, somebody hit's the back end of our jeep.
It's not done as much damage as we thought, but Mum's a mess of bruises and hurt her back and neck, John's been sick several times and hit his head pretty hard. I have a bruise on my knee, middle of my chest from the seatbelt and a pretty big one on my back, but mostly it was all mum as she got sent straight into the steering wheel and it winded her pretty badly.
The kicker for myself was having to GO BACK TO HOSPITAL. People working there must have thought i was one of those people who have a hard on for pain or something. I was out just under an hour. I'm just so effin' mad and i honestly don't know why. The accident was on the guy behind us not looking where he was going and arguing with his wife, apparantly. But mum was so upset and kept thinking dad was going to furious for HER getting the car in an accident. I couldn't do nothing but try to make her breath and wait while someone dialled for the police and an ambulance came for us.
We haven't had to stay in and my dad's friend Roger came and picked us up and brought us home, but i'm worried about mum more than anything. She's just sat on the couch with her legs up and just keeps drinking tea. She hasn't eaten anything and isn't really saying much, but drinking her tea and twidling her wedding ring round her finger.
I think maybe it's the shock of it? She kept repeating how she'd never had an accident till now and how it'll bump up the tax on the car, but dad kept saying it wasn't important if we were all ok and that he'd sort it. (God bless the man)
John hasn't really said much apart from he felt sick and he threw up a couple of times before going to bed, and i ache mostly, but i can't seem to keep still. Hence me writing the whole sordid details on LJ, i guess.
I don't know. I'm starting to think that 22 is a really unucky number for me.
Also, i want to say thanks to wigbee71583 paradoxprincess
sweet_lil_rach & savepureness for all the 'Get Well' comments. They DID help. REALLY.
I finally got let out of the hospital today. Doctor had to give me several needles first as blackmail, but eventually he did enough it seemed and mum and john picked me up. Then just as we get to the main road a few streets from our house. Somebody hit us.
I can't freakin' believe that after all the sh*t this week, somebody hit's the back end of our jeep.
It's not done as much damage as we thought, but Mum's a mess of bruises and hurt her back and neck, John's been sick several times and hit his head pretty hard. I have a bruise on my knee, middle of my chest from the seatbelt and a pretty big one on my back, but mostly it was all mum as she got sent straight into the steering wheel and it winded her pretty badly.
The kicker for myself was having to GO BACK TO HOSPITAL. People working there must have thought i was one of those people who have a hard on for pain or something. I was out just under an hour. I'm just so effin' mad and i honestly don't know why. The accident was on the guy behind us not looking where he was going and arguing with his wife, apparantly. But mum was so upset and kept thinking dad was going to furious for HER getting the car in an accident. I couldn't do nothing but try to make her breath and wait while someone dialled for the police and an ambulance came for us.
We haven't had to stay in and my dad's friend Roger came and picked us up and brought us home, but i'm worried about mum more than anything. She's just sat on the couch with her legs up and just keeps drinking tea. She hasn't eaten anything and isn't really saying much, but drinking her tea and twidling her wedding ring round her finger.
I think maybe it's the shock of it? She kept repeating how she'd never had an accident till now and how it'll bump up the tax on the car, but dad kept saying it wasn't important if we were all ok and that he'd sort it. (God bless the man)
John hasn't really said much apart from he felt sick and he threw up a couple of times before going to bed, and i ache mostly, but i can't seem to keep still. Hence me writing the whole sordid details on LJ, i guess.
I don't know. I'm starting to think that 22 is a really unucky number for me.
Also, i want to say thanks to wigbee71583 paradoxprincess
sweet_lil_rach & savepureness for all the 'Get Well' comments. They DID help. REALLY.