Second: Yesterday I get this call from my mom asking if I could do I huge favor and drive over to this one lady's house and help her out with something. I find out that while unloading HER groceries, she managed to drop a 50 lb. bag of something on her foot, and she broke it. So I went over there and got the remaining groceries. I was to put them in my car and take them to this ninety something year old who we help take care of. While putting them in my car, I accidentally dropped a HEAVY bucket of liquid detergent on my foot. Here are some pictures of the "horrific" event (see bottom).
Third: While in my first class today I tripped over a computer leg and my toe ripped on the sharp edge of one of the ends. It was like 1 cm gash. Bled for a long time, hurt like no other, and bled through 12 band-aids.
Fourth: I got yelled at, and sobbed, and cried some more, and got yelled at more. Here's the deal. I decided to tough it out at school, but then it just got worse. So I went to the clinic. Two minutes later she said I had to go back to class. An hour later, I went back again. This time the pain was so bad that even just sitting I thought I was going to cry from all the pain. The clinic lady kicked me out, the resource office kicked me out, and so, balling, I went to my guidance counselor and she helped everything deescalate. Finally I calmed myself down enough to figure things out. But it was a far from pleasant day.
Pictures of my injuries:
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FCLICK ON PICTURES/LETTER OF PICTURE TO SEE ENLARGED PICTURES!
(A) My bruised foot. The shaded part is ALL a bruise. It hurts SOOO bad!
(B) My crutches and my bruised foot again.
(C) One more bruised foot.
(D) View of the slice, and the 12th band-aid, and all the blood. EW!
(E) Another view of the foot that got a toe sliced.
(F) Me being sad cause of my rotten day.
1 comment:
well that sounds stinky. sorry, bud. i love you.
p.s. is it the same clinic lady? is she mean now?
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