Breaking Free

Well guys

Warning if you are sensitive to gore/injuries, then skip this chapter! The pictures are at the bottom and if you don't know how to skip the chapter without going to the bottom and going through that part, there should be a little thing at the top that says the part number, just click on that and skip to the next one :-) AND WOAH GUYS ALMOST 1,000 READS?!?!?!? THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH! -Bailey (Serenity thanks you guys too!)
Well, I'm a fucking idiot, that is why I had to go to the hospital at 2 in the morning last night. So, I was talking to a friend over the phone, and there was a jug in the other room and I decided that id be cool and flip it. (Jesus Christ, me trying to be cool leads to injuries, I should stop) BUT I FLIPPED THAT JUG. At a cost. I ran out to tell my friends that I flipped the jug and my arm kinda flailed and my arm hit the wall, it just so happened that a nail was right where I hit. LIKE WHAT THE HELL. HOW. THAT WAS THE ONLY NAIL STICKING OUT OF THE WALL. But I didn't even notice t until I looked down and saw that there was a huge slice in my arm. (I'll show pictures at the end) And I couldn't think straight, I couldn't feel anything, so I screamed "MY ORGANS ARE COMING OUT!" And my friends all thought it was fake until blood started to come out and they crowded the doorway and I couldn't get out, but I needed to go to the hospital and I couldn't move and I couldn't exactly feel my body. I didn't cry though, I'm a trooper😎. But we woke my friends dad up and he was like "Umm, you'll have to call your mom, I can't take you to the hospital." And I called my mom and she wouldn't just meet us there, no she had to come and pick me up from his house then take me to the hospital, and all my friends went with me and my doctor was really cool and there was that little arm squeezy thing (I don't know what it's called) and it squeezed my arms so tight and so many times my arms were blue and purple and red. The nurse lady said my pulse and my blood pressure was really really high because I was panicking and I needed to calm down. I calmed down he came in and sterilized my arm. Then he leaves then comes back about 10 minutes later and this dude walks in AND HAS WHAT LOOKS LIKE A FUCKING STAPLE GUN. He messed up the first one so we had to take that one out and I still couldn't feel anything in my arm. Then he gets to the middle of my wound and ALL THE PAIN COMES RUSHING IN. FUCK IT HURT. So I sit through it and my friends said my facial expressions were priceless, then we went to Walmart and got my brother school supplies at 4 in the morning, of course my mom posts everything (including pictures) on Facebook and I'm just tired by that point and I want to go home and sleep, everyone comes over and I sleep, I wake up and go on the couch, because 4 people on a bed just doesn't work for me. I fall asleep and wake up to PAIN (without love, pain, can't get enough, pain, I like it rough cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all) turns out I moved and I was laying on my staples. No medication, nothing, they didn't give me ANYTHING. And I move my arm and fall asleep again and then I am happy with occasional pains in my arm, but whatever, I'll survive, that's all that matters, pictures are coming now!

That's when he was talking about me having to get either staples or numbing injections for stitches, AND I FUCKING HATE NEEDLES, so I chose staples.

(There's 8 of them) AND THOSE ARE ALL MY PICTURES, I'm sorry, I feel the need to share everything with you guys. Byeeeee.