Let's Just Ice It And Call It Good
Well, lovely readers, I am injured. Hurt. In pain.
Yesterday the entire 8th grade got to go sledding and skip our last class of the day, something that made everyone crazy excited. Who doesn't love sledding?! So everyone grabbed coats and mittens and sprinted outside.
It was all fun and games for the first part. July and I just had a blast, and I apparently kept taking off without her (let's just say she didn't have the quickest reaction time and didn't get on her sled until I was halfway down the hill). We fell in the snow and just had fun.
And then BAM. I got hurt.
Most of the guys in our grade went down on one half of the hill, and a bunch of girls went down the other half of the hill. And then a few of the guys decided to invade the girl half, and it all went downhill from there. One of the guys, A.J. Ryan (who commented here once or twice before), decided that he would just come flying up next to July and I, and A.J.'s friend Brandon came flying behind him. July and I reached the bottom of the hill and turned to see Brandon coming full force straight for us. Because I was in front of July, the entire force of him hit me. I pretty much got run over.
It took me two seconds to realize a few things: a.) that my tooth hurt, b.) that my lip was tingling and c.) that something just felt off. So I stood up and started walking a few steps, checking that all teeth were in place and whatnot. July stood up and she looked at me with her eyes wide and said, "Sea? Your nose is bleeding and..." I held the bridge of my nose and tried to staunch the bleeding a bit, silently praying that my white fuzzy jacket would make it out of this ordeal without blood stains (it did not). We started trudging up the hill, me wiping my nose and trying to see the damage done to my lower lip.
July took me inside of the school and we headed to the bathroom, trying to avoid anyone until I'd had a chance to clean up and assess the damage. It really was worse than it looked. My fingers and hands were covered in blood from my nose, making it look like I had just killed someone, and there was blood on my teeth and my lips, making it look like I ate my victim.
I took a paper towel and wet it with water, and started wiping and dabbing away the blood. Wipe, wipe, dab, dab. I guess what had happened to my lip was that when Brandon knocked into me, I bit down on my lip and my teeth cut into my lip.
Later one of our teachers brought me to the principal to ask if there was anything we could do for a cut lip, and he said just to ice it. So we got some ice, stuck it in some paper towel, and I spent the next half hour dabbing at my lip and trying to avoid eye contact.
During that half hour, I got tons of, "ARE YOU OKAY?!"s. Now, I know they were just trying to be nice and everything, but sometimes, when you've got a boo-boo, you just don't want to talk to anyone (excluding your best friend. You can always talk to them). And every time someone asked me, I would start crying again, which got tedious.
So that is my adventure of the week.
I do not recommend it.