Bonjour.
Let me sum up the last few days in a few words.
fail boat.
yup. It was a total fail. Not only did my week start of
pretty crappy with a nervous system test, that got
me nervous HAHA (oh my sympathetic nervous system is working), but yesterday I got my very first sprained/slightly fractured ankle, in all of my years of playing sports.
But before I go into all of that, I'd just like to get something out. In the recent blog, I've mentioned that I've been the one putting the
stress in myself. That's because I thought that this person, specially close to me, was mad. And my response was, "if you're mad at me, then I'm mad at
you too". It's kind of a hectic/vicious cycle. Because I
'm assuming that something's wrong, but I don't ask about it. And I don't ask about it because I'm scared it might be about me. I'm a terrible person and instead of just admitting that, I think I should change it. I don't want to be a terrible person. I mean I love to tease people, and get 'em all worked up, but I don't want to cross a line to get another individual hating on
me. I can't take it. I'm gutsy enough to admit that I'm a chicken, and that I can't handle people being mad at me so I try to get it twisted and make th
em look like the fools. It's wrong and I'm terribly sorry. In a couple of minutes after writing this blog, I will call that special person and tell them and talk to them and all. But enough of the drama. Last friday seemed all too perfect, I was kind of scared that it was just me last week that's been acting up and shit.
Well this week is a present. I'm actually NOT proud tha
t I have this swollen/slightly fractured/weird coloured ankle
because simply it was my
first one ever and it was not honorable. I got it from "showing off" my awesome blocking skills to ESL students in volleyball. I'm not trying to diss the kid out but his foot was underneath the net and that's where I landed. Landed a sharp 90 degrees and my reflex arc just took care of the rest. Plumping my ankle into this massive blueberry you see
in front of you. I'm currently in crutches for a week, and unfortunately it had to be this week. Tomorrow is the athletic banquet, and I don't care if I don't get called for awards, it's the fact that it's semi formal that I'm worried about. I'm going to be in a dress and crutches, woohoo. I've got more pictures down there.
But before I go on. I just want to talk about the nervous system test, and monday, and explain why the title of this blog is called double the trouble. Well I went to the hospital once my dad saw my ankle all swollen and stuff. He was right about it probably having a fracture if I don't get it checked out. Well, I was in the ER Tuesday (the day I got this shit), and the lady that helped me, was the same lady that helped me the day before, when I was in the ER monday. Monday was the nervous system test. So long story short, I was so nervous for the nervous system test that I basically went mad, to a point where I tried cutting myself. When Esther, Shiela and Dorothy found out why I wasn't at school on Monday, they freaked out and yeah saying I'm stupid, because it was stupid. when I felt the sharpness of the blade in my skin..I basically fainted and my mom found me on the ground and we went to the hospital. Well the lady that helped me, said "double the trouble you're causin' fer mom and dad eh", coz I went to the hospital with my dad for a swollen ankle. Sigh. I thought it was ironic. Now both of them are running around just for me.
I kind of feel bad, but at the same time, I like the attention. Pft. You people know you like attention, hate it when people can't admit that. Anyways. More pictures.
this was day when it happened, and I was just chillin in my living room before daddy came home.
Ange
No comments:
Post a Comment