So, to top off my wonderful ranting I was doing, I also had to pay a visit to the ER last night. At 2:30 in the morning. For myself. Feel free to chuckle at my stupidity.
I am a slob (no amens from the peanut gallery, please) and my room is always a mess. I had a pink jaw clip flower hair decoration on my floor that had broken so that only the jagged part was still on there. While I was loading the van with my stuff (to save on time for today, according to my mother) I stepped on this clip. It went into my foot and got stuck there. After several attempts, all of them ending with me screaming like a baby, Mom took me to the hospital to get it taken out. Do you know how hard it is to hop on one foot for long periods of time with a flower dangling out of the other? Very.
We went into triage and the nurse gave me this weird look and said "Would it help if I told you that this is my first case like this?"
Yes, that makes me feel sooooooo much more at ease.
I ended up needing a tetanus shot, which burned, and when the doctor came in and tried to do the exact same thing that my dad had (just yanking out the flower) I screamed. It hurt majorly. So he decided to drug me. He gave me one some-form-of-measurement of Lidocaine straight into my foot. This also hurt like the dickens. So then he fibbed and told me that he was just cutting the flower off the clip. And he pulled out the clip. It was much less threatening looking.
This morning it looks like I stepped on a nail and honestly, I think my arm hurts worse than my foot.