"Fuhgeddaboudit."
Checked the mail this morning. Coming downstairs toward the front door I see a frog looking up at me from the floor. I pick up the letter with the frog picture and see my name on it, and the frog saying "I will eat your soul!!" Crazy froggy. Mum rushed downstairs and is like "Get out of the house and into the car now!" I ask why, and she says I have my knee appointment. "What about... this?" I point to afro. "Nevermind that, get out now!" so groggy, carrying a froggy and afroed, I get out of the house and make my way to Newham General Hospital with letter from the Elly in hand.
5 minutes later we get there, and then walk up to the fractures and injuries clinic reception room bit. They said sit down and wait, I pull out letter. So cool. It not only had a letter, but a piece of blue string, bright orange paper with Super-me on it and a 20p coin! I begin reading. Such an awesome and wacky letter, the pictures were the best.
I smiled quite a few times, and whenever I looked up, this massive scary guy kept grinning at me. I got scared so I just quickly looked back down at the letter again and pretended not to notice. I sat there for about 20 minutes before wondering when the heck I was going to get seen. I talk to nurse woman, she says another 10 minutes. Bah. I wonder about. Meandering across some passages I see these massive scales for weighing yourself. "Insert 20p it says.". "Gah, no money on... wait." I pull out Elly's letter, an grab the 20p coin inside. "Elly, I love you" I said to myself and put the 20p in the machine. I stood on it afterward. 12st! or 169lbs! Woohah, I've 5lbs heavier than I was a few months ago.
Afterward I saw Doctor guy, he said I'm still growing and my knee would get better by itself. If after 18, he said, I'm still having problems, then he would think about operating. Uh, hello? There's not much more growing left for me I don't think, I'm 6'1" and most people think I'm at least 18. He gave me another appointment for next January and I went.
Rest of the day is insignificant. Elly is the awesomest, 20p saved the day and James goes back to school tomorrow. Crap. Anyway, now I go eat a Mr Kipling Apple Pie and go do stuff.
5 minutes later we get there, and then walk up to the fractures and injuries clinic reception room bit. They said sit down and wait, I pull out letter. So cool. It not only had a letter, but a piece of blue string, bright orange paper with Super-me on it and a 20p coin! I begin reading. Such an awesome and wacky letter, the pictures were the best.
I smiled quite a few times, and whenever I looked up, this massive scary guy kept grinning at me. I got scared so I just quickly looked back down at the letter again and pretended not to notice. I sat there for about 20 minutes before wondering when the heck I was going to get seen. I talk to nurse woman, she says another 10 minutes. Bah. I wonder about. Meandering across some passages I see these massive scales for weighing yourself. "Insert 20p it says.". "Gah, no money on... wait." I pull out Elly's letter, an grab the 20p coin inside. "Elly, I love you" I said to myself and put the 20p in the machine. I stood on it afterward. 12st! or 169lbs! Woohah, I've 5lbs heavier than I was a few months ago.
Afterward I saw Doctor guy, he said I'm still growing and my knee would get better by itself. If after 18, he said, I'm still having problems, then he would think about operating. Uh, hello? There's not much more growing left for me I don't think, I'm 6'1" and most people think I'm at least 18. He gave me another appointment for next January and I went.
Rest of the day is insignificant. Elly is the awesomest, 20p saved the day and James goes back to school tomorrow. Crap. Anyway, now I go eat a Mr Kipling Apple Pie and go do stuff.