Chick In Progress: Lay (the F***) Back Down, Tony!!

DISCLAIMER: I'm typing with one hand, have fun figuring out what I mean through most of this :P

Okay, so a quick review of last night:
We all went ice skating, which sounds like no big deal, especially since I used to take lessons and skate all of the time. But, somehow, I fell and landed weird. I tried to catch myself with my left hand, and in doing so, my arm did something like this:

Well obviously, if you land with a good amount of force like that, it's going to hurt. And it did, but it kind of felt like I'd just sprained it. I was actually cracking up about falling in the first place, and it was just kind of sore when I'd gotten up. I didn't think it was a big deal, so we went around a few more times before the Zamboni came out to fix the really slashed up ice rink. It had swollen a little bit, but nothing some ice couldn't take care of. We took our pictures (from the last blog), and when I looked at it again, it had pretty much doubled in size. I had a very odd lump on my hand (should have taken a picture, darn it), and so when we went to the counter to get ice for it, they made me fill out an accident report. We made it through that, but I'd started to get one of my weird episodes where I feel a drop in my blood sugar, and feel like I'm going to pass out. It was probably shock setting in, since all the thoughts of what it (the lump) could be started running through my head.

Well, I insisted I was fine and just needed some ice and to lay down. Stubborn old me. We got some peas from Wal*Mart, dropped Allie & Cody off, and went back to Aar's where I proceeded to lay down and insist that all was well.

Well...I went home and Grandma chicken littled and made me go to the E.R.

At 11p.m.

On a Friday.

We were there for 4 hours. Well...

While this picture shows the crack running laterally, mine does not. Mine runs vertically through my bone. The doctor said it happened in a good spot though, even if it was weird. I was given a temporary splint until I can make my appointment with an orthopedic specialist next week. I will be required to have a cast, but I'm stubborn, so I'll survive. My biggest concerns are washing my hair, pulling my pants over my bubble ass, and ceramics class. How the hell am I supposed to throw on the wheel or carry big slabs of clay? I can't pinch anything with my left hand :( I swear to god, if I fail this class because of this, I'll be pretty effing pissed. I paid a lot for it. But for now, I'm trying to just go about as I usually would. Driving's kind of awkward when I turn, but oh well.

I'm still incredibly grateful for all that I have, especially this wonderful young man I get to have the privilege of calling my boyfriend <3 This picture does him no justice whatsoever. Though it does show how we all felt sitting in that room (Aaron, Gma, & I) after like an hour or so. Tired, want to go home, want to know what's wrong. That's all we wanted. But I applaud him. He dealt with me being me (cranky, tired me at that), my grandma complaining about how Angry Birds is out to thwart her, and the nurses yelling at some guy named Tony to lay the F*** back down for the millionth time. He sat there until 3:30 a.m. with us, when he could have easily pulled the same thing my mother did: "You have your medical card, right? Okay, text me when you know what happened." He could have easily slept comfortably at home, but he didn't. He came out to the E.R. & suffered with us :) He just loves to earn brownie points, though he has no need to anymore. He's more than proven himself :)

Today was great, though. I seriously did nothing. I ate some cinnamon rolls, went over to Aaron's, and didn't crawl out of his bed for a minimum of 5 1/2 hours. We were both beat from last night, so it was nice to just sleep comfortably next to someone that cares about you like he seems to care about me. It was glorious just being wrapped up in his arms, Star Wars comforters, and good feelings. Makes things in my head a little more complicated, but it makes my heart very, very happy.

Afterwards, I went to Chelsea's, where we ate some pizza and mini Cadbury Eggs, and I was cuddle attacked by her dog, Pete. I look trashed in this picture, but seriously, I'm just tired. Pete has a sick obsession with me, but he's cute, so I accept it.