"This travel may have left me with scratches on the skin..."

[annabtg]

Coincidence, premonition, or natural result of the not-so-good day that was yesterday?

Today morning, my mother woke me up so that I could get ready for uni as every day. The moment I opened my eyes, I felt some kind of dizziness.

I ignored it and headed to the bathroom.

Once there, dizziness was followed by weakness, nausea and gradual loss of my senses. I recognized the symptoms as the faint attacks I get in cases of lack of food/physical exhaustion/excessive heat, but by the time I began trying to get back to my bed and lie down, it was too late.

They found me fallen face first on my bedroom floor, probably having hitten on some furniture on the way down.

Long, overdramatic story short, I now have two stitches on my chin, a painful but thankfully not broken jaw, and difficulty opening my mouth enough to, say, speak properly. As for eating, it can prove itself quite trying.

Oh, and let's not forget the scratch on my nose. I ignored it all day and it stung a bit, but I could cope. Now that I got back I put some ointment on it and I can't wear my glasses properly. (Rule #1 for Anna's convenience at home: No wearing contacts.)

And of course, as soon as I left the hospital I got a taxi and headed straight to uni, because I had Analytical Chemistry lab! And it went spectacularly crappy. I kept messing up the procedures (I shall blame it to missing the introductory first hour and being unwell because of my trauma, though it's likely that I'd have messed it up anyway) though I did get some results I can use in the end. The grade will tell.

(I got a 10 in last week's analysis, though. That was a ray of light in an otherwise grim day.)

Tomorrow, Analytical Chemistry lab again. On Wednesday, Analytical Chemistry lab yet again. *dies in advance*

Wish me physical comfort, 'cause I don't see me getting any - gotta keep sitting up way straight and looking forward, and my neck hurts. Also, I have no clue where the wound exactly *is* - it's been bandaged over and over. Hope it doesn't leave a mark, or that it leaves it where it won't be visible, because otherwise I shall freak out. *is vain*

"It's plastic surgeons that stitch wounds up usually, but there's not one in this hospital today. It's not a big wound, though, any one of us could do it."

Said the doctor who stitched me up.

He better have known what he was doing.

See ya,
Anna.

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[annabtg.livejournal.com]

***huggles back*** Thanks! :)

See ya,
Anna.

[judosas.livejournal.com]

Oh, one other thing I forgot to say earlier. If you feel like fainting and you might not make it back to bed in time, lying down anywhere is good enough, or just sit down with your head between your legs. That might save you stitches the next time. But I am aware you hardly think of such things in the heat of the moment. I once went up the stairs close to fainting just to reach my bed... I do not wish to know what would have happened had I fainted five seconds earlier. (I made it to bed just in time).

Take care of yourself, hon!

[annabtg.livejournal.com]

My dad told me the same thing... I really should have known better. *sigh*

See ya,
Anna ♥