So yeah, wow did I have a day on friday... It stared out fine and dandy. Got up, ate breakfast, called Jinji So that him, Jassy and me could get together and try fixing his hair again, then Life kinda smacked me upside the head... HARD. It just kept getting worse and worse.

Right, so, most of you probably don't know this, but I've always wanted to be able to do a cartwheel. So after I got off the phone with Jinji, I decided to practice my handstand. The only place with a big enough free space is my parents room. So I was doing a handstand, everything was cool, then I fell over and landed on my foot and bent my toes backward. I was cussing from the pain, but at that point I only thought that maybe my toes would be black and blue for a couple days.

Then I looked at them. Much to my suprize, they were covered in blood. So I jumped up and hobbled into my parents bathroom and started to rince them off in the sink. Unfortunatly that only made the pain worse, so since my dad was outside, I started screaming to get his attention. I screamed twice and he still didn't come, so I decided I had to go out to him.

I started walking out to him, but then everything got hazy and I woke up on the floor, like it was all a dream. (I had passed out) I got up off the floor and made my way to the pool bath, opened the door and started telling my dad what happened. He set me down oon the toilet and started looking at my foot, and then I passed out AGAIN. He freaked out and called 911. While he was talking to the 911 person I regained consciousness and crawled into the office where he was. He had me lie on my back with my foot on the door until the paramedics got there.

I have to admit, I was a little scared at that point. There were people everywhere. There were at least 4 paramedics around me doing different stuff, plus, I had hit my head when I passed out the second time, so everything was hazy. After a while they wrped up my foot and had me stand up. I said I was feeling a little dizy, so the put me on the gurney and drove me to the hospital.

I feel really bad for Shahien cause he called some time at this point, and I think my dad scared him by saying I was going to the hospital... Sorry! Anyway, on the way to the hospital the guy kept talking to me about stuff, I told him I like art, and aparently he did too, he had even been to Crealde(sp?) to there life drawing sessions.

So we get to the hospital, and they put me in a wheelchair and roll me into the E.R. Then he said he would get me registered and just left me in the middle of the hall! I was like, w.t.f....? whatever... my foot hurts... My dad finally got there and wheeled my into the sitting area.

We where at the hospital a grand total of 5 HOURS. Also I had to tell my story NO LESS THAN 14 TIMES. Srsly people need to comunicate, or write some shit down. Then, after a C.A.T. scan, three x-rays of my foot, 3 people looking at my foot, a completely different person bandaging my foot, and a Tetanus shot(ouchies) we actually got to go home... or to Tojays, whatevs.

But I do want to say that all the people there were increadably nice (except for the insurance lady, she was crazy~) and VERY gentle. They were also kind enough to give me this footy thing that keeps me from bending my toes, which I promptly named Fransis~