While I was out on Thursday morning, I noticed a leaflet on the sidewalk for a British book company called B.J. Books. Now, if you have a perverted mind (come on now...everyone on the Internet has a perverted mind. The Internet perverts everyone's minds.), then you'll know how the name of this company can be taken in a complete perverted way. I wonder if the people who gave the company knew that the name could be taken in a really perverted way? Hmmm...maybe they did, and that dirty name would get them some recognition.
Thursday didn't go all too well for me later in the day.
I overheard Mom's boyfriend telling her that she should tell my siblings and I to move the fuck out of the house and stop being a pain in the ass and a burden on her. Annoyed, and not wanting to listen to a lecture, I threw all the Betterware stuff I could into my bag and went out to deliver as much of it as possible. After that, I came home to drop my bag in my room, went to the bathroom, and went out once again.
This is when everything went to shit for me.
I walked other to the SPAR store that's just down the road from me, and I purchased two small bottles of Cherry Cola, and some Matchmaker chocolates. After coming out of the store, I proceeded down to the road behind the store and looked around for someplace to sit down for a while to try to calm my nerves. Sadly, I failed at that.
The next thing I remember is becoming aware of a bunch of people talking to me, and some old ladies voice trying to calm me down. I couldn't really see any of the people who were around me though. I was also trying to get away from these people telling them I just wanted to go home. But none of them were going to allow that. They just wanted me to lay down and remain calm until the ambulance got there.
I never fully came around until I was inside the ambulance, at which point, I felt really bad. I started talking to the nurse in the back of the ambulance about some things, and I apologized to both her and the driver about being rude, if I was rude to them. I honestly have no idea if I was, but apparently, I wasn't too rude to them. I can't help feeling bad though.
I was stuck in hospital for a few hours, not because I was seriously injured, but because several people had to be seen to before me. One bad thing I noticed about that was that one kid came in after me, however he was seen to before me. I honestly down understand how their system in their works. Either way, I went up there about 20:00 - 21:00 Thursday, and didn't get to leave until 0:00 on Friday.
I guess it was lucky for my youngest brother that he was staying over at a friend's house that day because if he hadn't, he wouldn't have been able to get to bed since I'd locked the room. He wouldn't have had access to the room until at least 1:00am on Friday morning.
Because of the seizure, I'm now looking like a complete mess. I've got scratched on my forehead, nose and top lip; my top lip is also swollen. I have scratches on my knuckles, knees and elbows. I'm guessing the ones on my elbows probably came from trying to get up off the floor, but being told to remain laid down on my back. So, battling against that when I wasn't fully aware of what I was doing, I probably scratched my elbows quite a bit. Both of my shoulders are bruised up a bunch too. I also have a cut right on the back of my head that had to be fixed in hospital. So, I look like a complete mess right now. Probably looks like I've been fighting with a brick wall because of the scratched on my knuckles and all, even though that isn't what happened at all.
I really hope I can heal up from this all quickly because in a way, I'm scared to really go outside and risk bumping into anyone. I've no idea what people are going to think. I'll either be asked about it, or people are most likely going to come to the assumption that I've been in a fight. I'd never get into a fight if I can help it, but it is possible for people to see it that way if they don't know the store about why I'm so scratched up, cut, and bruised.
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