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till my hands were red. out out damn spot indeed.
ok, let's back up some, shall we? friday morning, i was so excited to have some time alone to chillax and take my sweet ass time getting ready for work, yadi yadi, even stole a few minutes extra to check myself out in the mirror...ah, little did i know what was coming for me as a punishment for slipping into a sea of narcissism!
i run into one kanye person at the bustop and we enjoy a transit into the downtown core together, so i'm kinda giddy..something about this cat does that to me. business as usual until about 8pm.
i go into the back and start closing and pow, i come up into the metal brace of the shelf and stumble a bit, then look down at my hands and my shirt and feel my own blood coming into my eyes...i'm a bit alarmed, and i think the sight of my own blood freaked me out and prevented me from passing out. lucky one of my coworkers was the calm one and took over the situation, my gay husband could only keep repeating, "i told them (the ambulance) that she broke her head"...it was all good, and they finally came and took me to the hospital. i waited for a few hours, then was told that i needed a tetanus shot and i was getting some freezing(via another needle) in my head, and they were gonna do this at the same time. damn. you'd think they would have paced it a bit better than that! oh well, i survived, and i have about 8 stitches holding me together right now, spanning over the "perfect laceration" as they called it.
i was a bit afraid to go to sleep that nite, so i called kanye and told him that, and he came over, despite his migrane and need to wear these huge shades, so we were nursing our head injuries together, and that was pretty comforting. we also got to talk about some things that we didn't the first time around, and now i feel like i'm never gonna see him again, but that's ok, somehow. i haven't had any more pain in the dome, and i get my stitches out on wednesday.
yesterday, i stayed home from work and it was nice to chill and watch degrassi and sleep for most of the day. my father came through with some food and they helped me get my water, so i was a happy girl...s. also called me, and it was nice to hear his voice....for the life of me, i don't think i will ever understand cats, ever. there, i said it. oh well, that's where what's left of my head is at. all4now. vote dammit! tomorrow!!!!
