I feel like the biggest idiot in the world right now!! Let's start from the beginning shall we?!
Yesterday began as a seemingly normal day. I woke up 15 minutes late (the alarm clock had set itself for 8pm, not am) so I rush through my morning routine. I arrive at Uni 10 minutes ahead of schedule (I didn't speed at all...ok, so maybe a little... ok, so I sped the entire way to Uni!) I arrive in the lecture theatre and proceed to have the usual chat to some of my friends that are taking the same class. The lecturer walks in and has a bit of a chat to some people abou thte assignment coming up and then proceeds to begin with the lecture. I diligently begin my note taking, as per usual, and listen to the questions popping up about different things. We get to half way through the lecture and have a 10 minute break.
I step outside the lecture theatre to have a drink of water and a stretch (those chairs really aren't comfortable at all!) Like I said, a completely ordinary seeming day!
I walked back into the lecture theatre with my friends and begain making my way down the steps and back to my seat. And that is when it happened. Bang. (Well it was actually more of a twist, crunch, crack and thud)
I miss-judged a step. I twisted my ankle. I sat down in the closest seat possible because I was in shock. I put my head between my legs as I began to feel like I was going to pass out. I woke a few moments later to find that my head was now resting ont he seat in front of me. And that is when the pain hit.
OH. MY. GOODNESS.! It was like a had just been stabbed in the ankle with a fishing knife! I picked up my books and got myself out of the lecture theatre. There is a couch just outside the lecture theatre (literally just outside the door) I sat down on the couch along with 5 of my friends. I was ok for a while and told them to go back into the lecture because it was just about to start again. I finally got them all to go back in (I didn't want them to see me cry (pathetic I know, but I had just rolled my ankle and I was a little embarassed!)). I got out my phone and began to text my mother to come and pick me up, that is when my vision began to get blurry again and the ringing in my ears started. I passed out again. Only this time I woke up on the floor. I was super confused when I woke up.
I found my phone again and sent mum the message I had been trying to write before. She didn't respond so I sent a message to my sister on facebook (she is 30 years old and facebooks more than I do! (She had the day off of work because she is sick)) She was with my mum and they came and picked me up! We went to the hospital and I spent the rest of the day in the waiting room, x-ray room and emergency room!
I didn't break anything, which I am extremely thankful for, but the pain is just about killing me! And my ankle is the size of a grapefruit! (I am not kidding either, my sister got a grapefruit yesterday and measured it! my ankle came up a 2 milimeters smaller in circumference!)
<3 A Wonderland of Thoguht
Ow you poor thing! Hope you get better soon! I did the same thing six months ago (not down lecture theatre stairs, but the same result) and it took quite a while to get better. I hope I haven't depressed you there. Make sure you keep icing it, even a couple days after it was done and REST! Get everyone to do things for you :D And by the way, where the hell were all the chivalrous guys when a beautiful girl was lying passed out on the floor! I tell you, this country has gone down hill!
ReplyDeleteNever bad to have an excuse for people to wait on you hand and foot:) Holly crap, double ouch! You tripped on your skirt? I grimaced when I read that. I hope there weren't loads of people around? Oh I know what you mean, and so funny you mention the opening doors, I get these almost alarmed looks when I do that. It's like they are shocked when I do stuff like that, let girls ahead of you in queues. I thought every guy grew up just knowing to do that sort of thing? It's sad and crazy the way things are in that concern.
ReplyDeleteOh, the worst. I'll bet you still remember it well huh? I knew exactly what you meant when you said it, one of those long pleated navy coloured jobs I'm guessing? Quite common in the more traditional schools of England.
ReplyDeletehaha! Indeed, should always be done for the oldies. But it's crazy, isn't it? It's like if you say hi to someone in a park or something when you walk past and they have this aghast look on their face like you are going to rob them. I actually had a woman with a pram praise me to the earth a while back, she was amazingly surprised. Oh well, I guess that the good one's like us are just a rare breed;)
"True Romantic's and kind and friendly!" I love your description perfectly :) Sounds like you're quite a posh lady then, wasn't Wesley was it? I know the type of uniform too well. I used to look after a girl that went to an oh so similar one. Except that they had to wear berets - I kid you not - as part of the uniform. Just for that extra bit of refinement. Royal blue indeed.
ReplyDeleteOw, how quickly I was just about to mention that shinny melbourne suburb;) Oh, you sound perfect then, just the kind of person to ruffle up those stiff private school noses;) But yes, a beret. A blazer is no where near posh, the kids and the crummy schools in England still have to wear those:P Road rally car? Are you referring to the Celica? I need to hear more about that!
ReplyDeleteOww, you rebel;) Good girl though, buck the system, wish I'd met someone like you at school. Can I ask why red? i know a cool little tid bit about the significance of red ribbon. You're pulling my leg? A Mk 2? Oh my lord, you must have to beat the boys back with a stick! So you've got two cars?
ReplyDeleteOh my lord that's so cool! I'll bet you have to be careful not to cause any accidents at those meets, every guys dream girl:) Three cars, showing your poshness there a bit:P but I think the fact that one of them is an escort would rule any of those thoughts out anyway:P You're lucky. Sounds like a cool dad too to let you come and hang out with him in the shop.
ReplyDeleteSounds awesome:) I like cars and appreciate good ones, but I've never really been one to spend loads on them either. Much better to just get something good and then look after it and make it better. I guess you're a Top Gear watcher then?
ReplyDeleteThat sucks! Hope it gets better soon :-)
ReplyDeleteYou must be very strong to be able to have the energy to call your mum:D Knowing me, I'd just be lying there yelling out halfheartedly. Then again I'm quite lazy:P
ReplyDeleteLet's hope that your body cells are as energetic so that way you'll be up and about in no time!
Until then.
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More of this little story to come, for sure;) Isn't that interesting what you say about Top Gear ... I love it. Will watch it all the time anytime. Usually if you have a wintery day in the UK and you feel like doing nothing but snuggling up in front of the tv, then there is ALWAYS an episode of Top Gear on:) It's also renowned for how many girls like it too, even if they don't really like cars. My ex loved it and she was a ballet dancer!
ReplyDeleteSounds awesome with the cars. I want to get an old 911 one day=]
Oh my lord that is EXACTLY the one I want to get! The '89, 930 turbo! One of the best sounds in the world. Wow! You have such good taste. Well ... you'll just have to wait and see. I think I might keep this story going for a little while, see where it goes:)
ReplyDeleteAww you made me blush:P
ReplyDeleteDon't forget though, you're a talent yourself missy:)
Until then.
xx
Indeed you are:) And as I always say, great minds and all that jazz. I hope I can keep you guessing too=]
ReplyDeleteAwww no(that totally sounds like something that would happen to me)! Hope you feel better soon! Get plenty of rest!
ReplyDelete:D Glad you like it! Hehe, yes you may:) Extra helpings soon.
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