#ingured

i was at school, and we were in gym, doing the pacer today. i hate that thing. i’ve always hated it. but this day in particular i hate it even more. so anyway, we were doing the pacer and we were running, i trip and fall and bash my forehead in a wall! i’m on the ground crying tears and trying to keep it together, i put my hand on my forehead and look at my hand there is literally blood ALL OVER MY HAND. the rest of the class evacuates gym class and goes back to the main room that we do most of our stuff in. i was still in the gym, on the floor, the nurse comes over and puts a tiny little cloth on my forehead and i’m like “how is that going to help!” they help me over to the nurse’s office and i’m still freaking out, but glad i didn’t knock out or anything, but i’m pondering if i was going to die or not, or if i fractured my skull or something like that. my lip also feels swollen and a bit numb, but i try to ignore it and hope that it’s not noticeable. my mom comes in and laughs at my lip and how huge and terrible it looked, but that wasn’t the bad part, that’ll heal on it’s own. i’m was going to have to go and get stitches in my head! needles in my head. i was so intimidated and scared by everything going on, along with a terrible headache and blood coming out of my head, we go to a walk in clinic, in which we get transferred to Kent. i was a bit dizzy and there they asked me “what is your date of birth” and i accidentally say “Brooke” because i thought they said “what is your name” and then they laughed XD yeah hopefully that was just me being an idiot and not brain damage or something stupid like that. they test my blood pressure and other doctory things like that, and after Kent (which was kind of pointless i didn’t really get anything done at Kent) they send me to Hasbro, in which i finally get my stitches 6 hours later. they said they could see my bone through my skull i was so scared. they also said i’ll have a scar on my head but it’ll go away in a couple years so yeah hopefully this is only a temporary state. the nurses and doctors were really nice and my mom and dad were there for me while they sowed up my face, and i go home and go to sleep because i had terrible nausea and 5 more hours later i’m sitting here at 11:53 o clock at night. my mom said i wouldn’t have to go to school but i kind of want to, i mean, people saw me on the ground with a huge gash in my head, blood all over my hand, weeping like a baby. they probably thought that i was going to die just like me. if i go back to school hopefully no one laughs at my stupid massive swollen lip. i’m really glad that i don’t have any memory loss or brain damage though, but i’m pretty bummed out because i’m gonna have a scar. i might just get bangs and cover it, but when i had bangs i looked kinda bad, i kind of wish bangs looked as good on me as they do other people but they don’t. the stitches are dissolve-able so i don’t have to go back to the doctors, which is a plus, though.