bleh

Today, for the most part, was horrible. I guess i should tell you the whole story Mr Journal. It all started yesterday morning when I was too excited to sleep. All I could think about was AFI, so I decided, to pass the few hours I had left to watch Edward Scissorhands. My lips were really dry and starting to hurt and I needed tissues (because I have a cold) so I decided to creep up to my room and get what I needed. On the way back down the stairs (there's 10 and it's pitch black at night) I got distracted (by a thought about AFI) and -unknowingly- counted a step twice. I put my foot out for what should be step 10 and fell forward with all my weight landing on my left foot that hit the tiles. I heard a snapping noise (which scared me) then I was a few moments before I could even moan because it hurt so much. I managed to feebly call out to Dad who eventually, when he heard me, leapt out of bed and ran down to me. He checked that I was ok, called out to Mum and ran off (at the time I had no idea where he went.. it turned out he was still drunk from the evening before and jumping out of bed so quickly made him ill - he was throwing up in the bathroom). By then I was in shock and shaking violently, Mum got a blanket for me and went to ask Dad what we should do. It was decided I should go to hospital. I dragged myself to the car whilst Chris complained "You never let me go to the hospital when Frin gets hurt!". So he was allowed to be the driver (he had got his licence that afternoon) letting Dad stay home to get some sleep.

Ugh.. I'm sick of talking about this and I feel like I'm going to throw up again (pain medication sucks).. I'll finish tomorrow.