milena

I have 8 stitches in my leg. Well, I think it's 8, I can't really see them good enough to count them. Here's the story:

I went to try to get that money again last night and I had to pull out all these metal things to get to where I think it is. Right after I pulled out a bunch of shit I noticed another place where it could have been up at the top of all these shelves. So I climbed up the shelves, it wasn't there, and when I jumped back down I landed wrong and fell over onto the metal pieces. I heard my jeans rip so I put my hand on the back of my thigh (right under my ass) and felt around. When I pulled my hand away there was a bunch of blood on it. So I ran to a mirror, pulled my pants down and saw this HUGE cut! It didn't look too bad, but I couldn't see it good cause it's on the back of my leg. I felt around it some more and as I got to the side of it my finger went ALL THE WAY INTO MY LEG!!!! That's right, it was buried in there! So I took myself to the hospital and got stitched up. It never hurt (not even when I cut myself) until he gave me about 500 hundred shots IN MY CUT! Then he had to cut a bunch of my skin away, cause it was all jagged, and he stitched me up. I'm gonna have a vicious (sp?) scar! I was SO proud of myself cause I never cried (I'm a weiner when it comes to needles and pain). So now I'm all cut up, I don't have any pain killers, and I don't have any weed. And I have to go get a tetanis (sp?) shot tomorrow. Am I the saddest girl in the world? Yes.