Tuesday, March 01, 2005
woah. who knew I would be back so soon? who knew my life would be altered in such a way that I had no choice BUT to return for lack of anything else to do other than watching t.v.? who knew?
So let's begin with my story. It all started with Kyle being grumpy yesterday. I was doing laundry at mom and dads and he had a class. He only has one class on mondays. Bethany was also at mom and dads (on a side note, I always feel somewhat guilty and lazy when I say bethany rather than one of her fanciful nicknames, I mean there are SO many to choose from and yet, I choose the original) we were feeling gloomy due to the day, the weather and such as I wrote yesterday. Well mom offered to treat us for lunch. The gloom was lifting. However, mom had to finish doing her hair and all that primping stuff that she does. Long story short I had to leave the restuarant early despite how much I was enjoying my cajun chicken caesar salad that I believe Laura and I discovered together.
I picked up Kyle from school, I had been a little late and he had started walking down the hill. We went back to mom and dads for a while to wait for laundry. All this while since my gloom was lifted I decided it was time to lift his as well. So we were sort of play fighting and stuff. Then slavica called and I hadnt talked to her forever so I talked to her for a while and then laura, and tended to the laundry and by the time I got back to Kyle he was lightly snoozing.
I kindly woke him up and he said he need to go to country club for some black and white film. Well we looked and there was none. We went back outside to look in future shop and I started to poke kyle and chase him around. So, Im immature, what of it? I was running up from behind him to give him a hug and he thought I was going to do something awful and started running just as I got behind him. My foot snubbed his and I rolled onto my ankle side ways in full throttle. PAIN surged through my foot as I stumbled behind and a piller infront of lazy boys furniture gasping and saying owie owie owie really fast (wonder who I learned that one from laura?) and tears uncontrollably filled my eyes. Kyle swooped in and gave me a hug trying to figure out what had been done but I was too hysterical to talk. I just hung in his arms and cried. How pathetic right? I limped back to the car feeling like I had over reacted a little (the car was really close to the scene of the accident) He went in for some film. Didnt have any.
We decided to go to woodgrove and I thought how handy, I can buy gabriel's present at walmart while we're there. My foot would be better by then. Well I got out of the car and tried to walk. didnt work. Just the movement of my foot swinging through the air gave an awful pain and nausea in my stomach. Kyle caught me again, and told me to stay in the car. I argued and argued with all my might insisting that I NEEDED to get the present NOW and balling my eyes out at the same time- all the while people are passing by and wondering what is going on with the blubbering lady. I decided I would make in in, took two more steps and cried even louder. Kyle was trying to get me in the car at this point- forceful, yet gently. I told him to put me in a shopping cart or get me an old persons scooter thing that they give out there. He acted like I was being so rediculous. I gave in and got back in the car. I called dad, still sort of crying and told him that I hurt myself. He was busy in parksville. Why is it even when you're an adult, parents still make it better? We were going back to mom and dads anyway for the laundry so we decided to wait for him there. Kyle though it was dumb, that dad wouldnt know anything anyway, and I'd be feeling better by today.
when I got to mom and dads, Kyle insisted putting an ice pack on my foot which instigated another blubbering arguement that bethany had to witness. she made me tea. kind girl. Dad ended up taking longer than planned and Kyle had to leave for band practice. When dad saw my foot he estimated that I may have broken one of the little bones in my foot. After dinner he took me to emergency where we hardly had to wait at all for the first time in my life. Turned out it was broken. They casted it and sent me on my way, instucting me to stay off my foot for the rest of the week.
sigh. so here I am. no practicum for me this week. I dont know whats gonna happun. I need a job! This was supposed to be it! Ahhhh! I cant even really believe it yet. and I have a new found respect for anyone who has had to transport themselves by way of crutches. my armpits and hands are bruised. Im so useless!
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Sarahstottle posted @ 7:25 PM