okay this is not going to have proper punctuation this time. so the wednesday before we went to scotland kellsey and i were headed to sainsburys to pick up some snacks for the trip because i often turn into a psycho when im hungry. we arrived in the parking lot and i was the third person out of the backseat. i put my hand on the edge/door jam?? and the girls who were in the front seat got out and the last one slammed the door. on my hand. the door LATCHED and they had to open it to get my hand out. i remember yelling OOOWWWWWW and then kellsey yelling open the door! i didnt expect to see fingers when i looke at my hand but they were all there, bloodied to hell. apparently everyone else thought i hit my head and was like, wow she is over reacting... until they saw my hand. so tpaq grabs my hand and holds it above my head to help stop the bleeding and i latch onto kellsey. we get back in the van and book it back to school. why not the hospital you say? protocol. f protocol. the nursing teacher meets us at the door and this whole time i thought i was going to puke. some biotch who is the ASSISSTANT TO the assisstant of student developement was like, (in a british accent) no ziggy cannot take her to the hospital anymore she must call a street car (a cab). so all sorts of cuss words are going on in my head at this hoe, but this extremely good looking boy, who is a nursing major, got in the way between the biotch and kellsey (which was good for the biotch). he asked me, now gracie can i see your hand for a second, well it doesnt look to bad but it might be a little broken, can i get you some water? so he did, and i told kells that i was gonna puke. so boy and tpaq are running around trying to find a trashcan while i was sitting down. drew (the boy) grabs the metal trashcan from outside and rips the top off (like the metal shell) and in the sweetest voice he was like, here gracie. i didnt puke which was great but the lady was like "its not protocol, ziggy isnt allowed, its not in his contract." well then ziggy came in :) he said something like, now you listen im taking her to the hospital. so we got in what i believe was ziggy's personal mini van and he drove kells, tpaq and the nurse to the hospital with me. i had stopped crying at this point. we got to the hospital, didnt ask for ID when i checked in and said it was a 2 hour wait. what the what. and to top it off they didnt have ice, or icepacks. i went 5 hours, in a hospital with no ice. i was seen in the eye examination room by a doctor wearing chucks, and she sent me for xrays. i had 2 xrays taken then we waited some more. turns out that two of my fingers were broken, so they were taped up. probably with the wimpiest tape in the world. we got back to the manor in time for dinner, mexican night. by then most people had heard what happened. i was the first person this semester to go to the hospital :)
later on i had to fill out the accident report and had to find the girl who crushed my hand. i didnt get a look at her face but kells did. so i went up to her to ask her name and she thought i was going to sue her. idiot. i told her it was just for the accident report.
a week afterwards (after scotland) kellsey and i went back to the doctor to figure out what to do next. it was stupid. turns out only my right ring finger is broken, above the first knuckle and the nail growth plate was broken too. they gave me cloth bandaids and a sling. not a regular sling. its called a cuff and sling, which is a pink foam that wraps around your neck and there is a loop for your hand. they made me wear it out of the hospital for a broken finger. then kells and i walked for a half hour to get to the school bus stop, waited 2 hours and went back to school, only to go to our classes and take a test.
this whole time i had been writing and eating left handed. tough job
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