Yesterday has been one hell of a friday, and apparently not just with the news that my sister ran away. While trying to cook something, I got the butter knife out, sadly next to the pizza cutter, I recieved a deep cut in my left thumb. Blood was everywhere, so me and my parents rushed to the emergency room. As some of you might already know, they take forever. When we got there, the nurse looked at it and put stuff on it, probably thinking "Eh, we'll save this case for last." So we were sitting there for 7 hours, with some other people, including a silly little girl making a ton of noise. When my mother couldn't take it anymore, she asked them if they could fit me in. They did, so we went out of the waiting room and into the emergency room. I was ready to get my thumb stitched up, but I have night time epilepsy, so when I had a night seizure (we call them episodes because they aren't passing out and foaming seizures) they said "Sorry, but by protocol we have to get bloodwork and other things done" and a woman came in with a big-ass needle. My mom got pissed because they were more worried about my night time epilepsy than my thumb. The other doctor was cool, so my mom felt bad, cause' he was scared to talk to my mom, but her and the head doctor were toe to toe, they did not make friends. In the end, I got my stitches.
