So there I was, I'd just woken up late after the sound of the cock's crow, and was already behind on a long day of mining before the sun had even come up. On top of that, my six lazy house mates were still sleeping!
So I run around, making the rounds, calling our role “On Happy! On Bashful! On Grumpy! On Sneezy! On Dopey! WAKE UP!” Thus began the normal ritual of running around getting dressed, brushing teeth, eating, gathering the damn LANTERNS.
It was those that did me in. The seven of us were running and that bastard Bashful swings his lantern into my hand, making a V-shaped gash in my hand. I eat my breakfeast, run off, run back on to get that lackadasical Sleepy, and run off. I think to myself that the cut looks kind of deep, so I inform Bashful I'm going to go clean it up. We run to the bathroom and I'm washing the blood out, staring at my insides. I get a paper towel wet and I'm pressing it against my finger. I felt really really dizzy. Next thing I remember is the sensation of waking up from a dream and I realize I'm alone in the bathroom. I walk out saying “Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod I'm dizzy I'm dizzy I'm dizzy.” I don't remember much. The costumer came and told me to sit down, so I basically fell to the floor. Apparently putting your head between your legs does work. So she's holding something on my wound and people are crowding around and I'm dizzy and bleeding and in pain and people are asking to see it, etc. At some point Bashful calls his mother. It's decided I'll need stitches. I call my mother who was about ready for bed.
Thus we head towards the ER. I'm dizzy/nauseous and she's half asleep. Something that tv fails to portray is how slow the ER is. We were there waiting for a long time. Busy night. Some drunk guy, reminded me of an Aberdeen kid. “Words, words, speak words!” Some suicidal person, and others. I get to soak my hand in some brown liquid that stains my hand yellow and stings for awhile. A nurse measures my wound to be about 2.5 cm. Eventually the doctor comes to sticth me up. Needle injected into flap of skin to deaden it. (eek) In total there are nine stitches. Little black knots to remind me of Strangeland. I also get a tetnis shot. (Takes care of some of that college immunization!) Did I mention I was in makeup the entire time? Lipstick, eye shadow, blush, foundation, the works. I get home at 12:30 or so, been at the hospital for an hour and a half. I get to bed around 1am and I don't sleep well. Then it's time to wake up for school and I have to wear a plastic bag around my hand in the shower.
Stupid Plays. (Someone said Macbeth on stage. I blame them)
Ireland. Ireland. Ireland.
Oh, and I got my retainer today. Grrrrr.