{ Accident Prone }

In a nutshell, that is me. You wouldn’t think it if you saw me. Twelve years of ballet gave me a little grace and poise, so you wouldn’t think me clumsy. I guess I’m not a klutz as much as accident prone. Last week at school I skinned my heel (through my Mary-Janes…erm….how does that work?!) on some steps outside and there was blood everywhere. I have a very low pain tolerance and the slightest bump causes me excruciating pain. So you can imagine how much that hurt! And then, this past Sunday, I managed to ride my bicycle INTO the blackberry bush; resulting in 22 long, thin, delicate red lines on my left leg. I just hope they don’t scar. And yesterday, to top it all off, I had my worst accident yet. I’d left my English folder on the stairs and was running up with a heavy laptop in my hands, I slipped and slammed my left foot down on to the folder. The metal rings of the ringbinder pierced through the front cover of my folder and into my foot. I was quite proud of myself for not screaming out in pain. It was agony. I thought I’d just hit it on something though until I stumbled to the kitchen and found a huge trail of blood streaming behind me. It was horrible. Literally. My mum immediately wrapped the teatowel she was using around my foot (how hygienic, lol) and it stained crimson in minutes. I really should have gone to A&E but I hate hospitals. Just thinking about them makes me nervous. I am terribly scared of needles too. There was no way anyone was putting one near my foot. In fact writing this, I am close to tears. I hate hospitals that much. I wish I didn’t but I do. That’s life, I guess. I’m going later to the Minor Injuries Unit…it’s not bleeding, apart from a little sporadically, but I can’t put any weight on it without being in terrible pain. I know they’ll want to stitch it. I just know it. And I’m trying not to think about it. I know I’ll cry hysterically when I get there, smell that disinfectanty smell only associated with hospitals, feel my feet (or foot) against the squeaky clean floors, see all those people in white coats striding about…it’s so scary to me. It’s the one thing I hate most in the whole entire world.

Anyway, sorry for the rather depressing post. I thought I’d blog since I’m not at school (due to the foot…a one-legged Lulu might not go down very well, and since I don’t possess a pair of crutches, I think I’d get a wee bit tired hopping round all day). Wish me luck. Thanks for your comments on the last post too. And sorry I am in such a negative mood. I’m happy most of the time, but when I’m not…that sadness or anger could cover oceans and mountain ranges. That’s just me.

 Have a nice day and don’t leave any ringbinders on the stairs, okay? love, Lulu