But not this summer!
I hope.
Check out our new Summer Bucket List 2013 page on the right and see what we've got planned for this summer! Encouraging comments would help immensely.
Lise
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Monday, June 10, 2013
Summer Bucket List 2013
It seems like every summer I start out with all these awesome ideas to have the maximum capacity of fun possible, and by the end of summer I find myself in front of the TV, in my pajamas for a week straight and my parents shaking their heads in disappointment.
But not this summer!
I hope.
Check out our new Summer Bucket List 2013 page on the right and see what we've got planned for this summer! Encouraging comments would help immensely.
But not this summer!
I hope.
Check out our new Summer Bucket List 2013 page on the right and see what we've got planned for this summer! Encouraging comments would help immensely.
Two Hours and Four Stitches Later...
Okay. Let's start off with a scenario.
You're walking down the halls, last full day of school, and you're walking on air. You're chatting with your friends and all is right in this beautiful world.
Then, suddenly, the girl pushing another student in a wheelchair behind you pushes it just a bit too hard and it hits your ankle. It hurts a bit but you think it just may be bruised so you continue, but whine to your friend who, just like you, assumes it is nothing. You finally get to your locker, which like always, is crowded by populars. You mumble "excuse me" and push through them. They give you dirty looks, like they always do, but you just ignore them, thinking that if they aren't smart enough to figure out that this has happened all year, then whatever. This is also the moment that you bend down and see that, oh goody!, your ankle is covered in BLOOD. Sooooo, you shove all your junk in your backpack, then find Elle and whine because you don't realize just how much blood there is and that it's soaking in to you BE-A-U-TIFUL shoes. So you run up to your favorite teacher and you be all like "Um, can I have a band-aid?" This is also the time where your eyes start to get all stinkin' watery and you have no idea why you're crying because it doesn't even hurt that bad. She gives you a weird look and says that that cut is wayyyy to big for a band-aid and only now do you realize how very dire this situation is. You go to the nurse and clean it off and you see it goes right through the skin. This sucks supremely. SUPER SUPREMELY. You get handed a band-aid by the secretary (but a very very big band-aid because your cut was wayyyy too big for a regular one). Elle has to go find your dad and he comes in and gets you and complains about the school nurses office and blah blah blah. You leave and he says, "Maybe you should go to Urgent Care."
Wait. Hold up now, dude.
URGENT CARE.
Urgent care is for the weak.
The babies who can't suck it up and nurse their own baby wounds.
Also, urgent care is for the babies who cry in front of their teacher when trying to explain that they got hit by a wheelchair.
Yeah. Maybe you should go to Urgent Care.
So you get into Urgent Care and the secretary does not seem to realize the severity of this injury.
Duh you should go in front of the guy who looks like he just got his arm chopped off by a chainsaw.
Duh you should go in front of the lady who looks like she's having a heart attack.
YOU HAVE A STINKIN' CUT ON YOUR ANKLE, LADY.
But no. She makes you sit and wait in the lobby that's playing that terrible 'Watercolor Jazz' radio that makes you want to pound your head against the wall.
So you sit. And wait.
For about one minute but you're SUPER impatient and your ankle looks like a botched amputation so it feels like foreverrrrrr.
Then you get in the room and wait. And soak your foot. And wait.
The doctor comes in but all the stitching rooms are busy so you have to wait. Some stinking more.
Finally you get in with this other stitching guy who gave your dad stitches once (the ones in his thumb that just so happened to get infected.) You and your dad groan in unison but whatevs.
You aren't a baby.
Oh, wait. Yes, you are.
And it really doesn't help that all these nurses are telling you how much it's going to hurt.
But you push through it and get four whole stitches and ya wanna know what?
It doesn't even hurt that much.
And all the nurses are telling you that you're the toughest patient ever.
Wait. What happened to the whole baby thing?
Well whatever.
You're just glad to get out of there.
And you pray it doesn't get infected.
You're walking down the halls, last full day of school, and you're walking on air. You're chatting with your friends and all is right in this beautiful world.
Then, suddenly, the girl pushing another student in a wheelchair behind you pushes it just a bit too hard and it hits your ankle. It hurts a bit but you think it just may be bruised so you continue, but whine to your friend who, just like you, assumes it is nothing. You finally get to your locker, which like always, is crowded by populars. You mumble "excuse me" and push through them. They give you dirty looks, like they always do, but you just ignore them, thinking that if they aren't smart enough to figure out that this has happened all year, then whatever. This is also the moment that you bend down and see that, oh goody!, your ankle is covered in BLOOD. Sooooo, you shove all your junk in your backpack, then find Elle and whine because you don't realize just how much blood there is and that it's soaking in to you BE-A-U-TIFUL shoes. So you run up to your favorite teacher and you be all like "Um, can I have a band-aid?" This is also the time where your eyes start to get all stinkin' watery and you have no idea why you're crying because it doesn't even hurt that bad. She gives you a weird look and says that that cut is wayyyy to big for a band-aid and only now do you realize how very dire this situation is. You go to the nurse and clean it off and you see it goes right through the skin. This sucks supremely. SUPER SUPREMELY. You get handed a band-aid by the secretary (but a very very big band-aid because your cut was wayyyy too big for a regular one). Elle has to go find your dad and he comes in and gets you and complains about the school nurses office and blah blah blah. You leave and he says, "Maybe you should go to Urgent Care."
Wait. Hold up now, dude.
URGENT CARE.
Urgent care is for the weak.
The babies who can't suck it up and nurse their own baby wounds.
Also, urgent care is for the babies who cry in front of their teacher when trying to explain that they got hit by a wheelchair.
Yeah. Maybe you should go to Urgent Care.
So you get into Urgent Care and the secretary does not seem to realize the severity of this injury.
Duh you should go in front of the guy who looks like he just got his arm chopped off by a chainsaw.
Duh you should go in front of the lady who looks like she's having a heart attack.
YOU HAVE A STINKIN' CUT ON YOUR ANKLE, LADY.
But no. She makes you sit and wait in the lobby that's playing that terrible 'Watercolor Jazz' radio that makes you want to pound your head against the wall.
So you sit. And wait.
For about one minute but you're SUPER impatient and your ankle looks like a botched amputation so it feels like foreverrrrrr.
Then you get in the room and wait. And soak your foot. And wait.
The doctor comes in but all the stitching rooms are busy so you have to wait. Some stinking more.
Finally you get in with this other stitching guy who gave your dad stitches once (the ones in his thumb that just so happened to get infected.) You and your dad groan in unison but whatevs.
You aren't a baby.
Oh, wait. Yes, you are.
And it really doesn't help that all these nurses are telling you how much it's going to hurt.
But you push through it and get four whole stitches and ya wanna know what?
It doesn't even hurt that much.
And all the nurses are telling you that you're the toughest patient ever.
Wait. What happened to the whole baby thing?
Well whatever.
You're just glad to get out of there.
And you pray it doesn't get infected.
THE END
Soooo. If you couldn't tell, this scenario is what happened today to me.
If you read that whole thing, I'm impressed, considering how long and boring it was.
But... Just felt like sharing.
To my 0 followers.
L8r,
Lise
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