Okay, so today, the 7th of June, 2010, which was also my friend's birthday, HAPPY BIRTHDAY DENISE i don't think she'll read this, but yeah. Okay, so today, during P.E. (soccer/ football whatever), which i put my hand up for, i got hit. Specifically, i was running around the oval, closer to our goal, in an attempt to defend. So i was standing near Steph with my back to her....kind of, so when the ball reached Steph, i turned around to "signal" her to pass it to me. Her response? A fureaking hard kick that accidentally aimed at my eye, which then knocked my glasses off my head, letting it fly through the air like a stupid ugly pigeon. Then i was just standing there in pain...and confusion. My eye was like fully weird. It was like i woke up in the morning or something, and plus the sunlight was screwing with my eyes. So tears just automatically came out, i think it was like a reflex thing...where the signal skips the spinal thing...? i think? So when people asked me if i could see alright, i was getting worried, coz everything was blurry...until i realised that it was coz of my short-sightedness. So i went to the toilet with Lavina and i washed my eye...and etc etc...UNTIL P.E. finished and i went to the change rooms. I looked in the mirror originally to fix my hair which not only screwed up in the hit, but when i was goalie, my hair got stuck in the net and it pulled on my ponytail. Then TO MY HORROR, i saw this speckle of red crap near my eyebrows, which then led my attention up behind my fringe. So then the trail of red crap, which then happened to be blood, led me to brush my fringe aside, which uncovered a shocking trail of blood. Some were saying it was a seriously deep cut, whereas others stated that it seemed like a pen mark...till this day, it remains a mystery as to how deep it is, and what it really is. As i walked through the corridors built in 1930, a strange gaze (?) of eyes just peered through their black fringes...... quickly glancing down as i stared at them. They were afraid....afraid of something in me...what was it?
So after the deafening bells were heard, and we moved on into the block with dead spiders, young animals in jars, pickled in acid, and rotting animal carcasses, i asked Dr. Frankenstein if it was possible for me to visit the school nurse. He looked at me with something in his eyes...what it was, i cannot explain, but the next thing he did, shocked me. He gave me a concussion test. He asked me to push against his limbs to determine whether i had been paralysed in one of mine. The results came out affirmative. So then i quickly walked up to the school nurse, afraid that someone was following behind me. When i reached the reception, i was surprised to find that someone had beaten me to the sick bay. It was a year 12 woman, who had internally hurt herself...details i am unable to provide due to the confidentiality of these medical cases. However, what i did observe during my time at the school hospital, was that a teacher (name, again, i am unable to state, due to privacy issues) by the name of WHALAN was examining this patient. She was trying many different methods to make her student feel better ;) It was all fine....UNTIL she asked her "What bra are you wearing? Like an underwire one?" No. I wasn't surprised at that, it was the next line that my heart jumped into my mouth. "Try taking your bra off." NO. That wasn't the part that my jaw dropped. It was the NEXT line, when the patient was not able to remove the breast support device(?) So the she-who-cannot-be-named instructed me "Can you help her?" WHATTHEFUREAKINGHELL?!?!?!?!?!!? ME HELP A YEAR 12 CHICK TAKE HER FUREAKING BRA OFF????!?!?!??!?!?!? LIKE THAT IS TOTALLY NOT WEIRD AT ALL...A YEAR 12 CHICK WHO LOOKS DOWN ON JUNIORS LIKE ME HELPING HER TAKE, NOT ONLY A PIECE OF CLOTHING OFF, BUT A FUREAKING PIECE THAT INTIMATE?!?!?!??!?!?!? OKAY, THAT WAS WEIRD. But then thank goodness she was like "Oh no, no, no, I'm fine."
Eventful day? I think so.
~heelorli
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