a very suckish week i've had.
i had the worst PMS i've had in years this week, the worst cramps i've ever had, fights galore, a ton of chores, a cranky mom and an almost-never-attentive dad on my a** about everything and the day i think i get to relax with my boyfriend i get crap dropped on my lap AGAIN.
yesterday started off just like any other sunday.
i woke up sore and tired. i stretched a little bit, turned on panic and danced around while getting dressed for a little while. we got out of the house and headed off to church.
nothing new there.
while we were waiting for it to start, i decided to play around with my little brother.
he's thirteen now.
i poked him in the side to tickle him, just to play.
he got mad and jabbed me. he wouldn't let go of one of my hands. i pulled my hand back to my face to pretend to bite him if he didn't let go. normally he just lets go.
well, obviously this time he didn't.
he took the blunt of his palm and shoved it against my nose, slamming it back into my face.
at the angle he did that, if he been stronger, he mighta shoved my nose into my brain.
i kicked him in the groin and held him still, and i hissed at him. i didn't get him down, and i couldn't yell. my face started to throb.
"Do you realize you could kill me like that?" i demanded, my head already starting to swim from the pain. he just glared at me and then raised his voice.
"Then maybe you shouldn't do that anymore!" he pushed me off and stood against the wall.
i massaged my nose trying to relieve the pain.
we were forced to apologize to each other and church started.
the music started playing and my head instantly protested, and i felt disgusting.
have you ever had that feeling where every little thing is intensified in your head, like an echo, and each time the sound bounces in your skull it leaves a crack--a splitting, agonizing crack--and there's nothing you can do to stop it? all you want to do is cry, but you know that if you do, it'll only hurt worse?
that's how my migraines work.
i got a migraine the second the start music started playing. i told my mom that i needed pain reliever IMMEDIATELY.
she dragged me out into the hall and annoyed, demanded to know what i wanted her to do.
"Do you want me to take you home, Amber? is that what you want?" she was raising her voice, and i was trying my hardest not to wince in pain.
"I don't know what i want! i don't want to think! Mom, i'm just tired. i need to sleep this pain off. please, i just want to--"
"Do you want me to LEAVE church to take you home?" she was demanding now. i gave up.
"YES! okay? i hurt bad, Mom, i don't think--"
"NO. i'm not going to take you home. you can deal with this."
i started to cry. she told me to lie down on the bench and she'd get me later. she walked back in and i just sobbed. i didn't care anymore about the pain--nothing was going to be done about it. my mom came back in and said softly, "Amber...why don't you put your head in my lap, sweetie." i crawled over to another bench and lay my head down in her lap. she stroked my head and i just cried. i couldn't breathe through my nose anymore. by the time two songs had finished, my nose had swollen up two times the normal size. my mom looked at it, sighed and told me that we were going to the urgent care.
my little brother felt awful.
see, the entire time, i was sleepy. i don't recall half of the things that happened after that. when my body is in pain, it shuts itself down. i go to sleep. and i'm sure everyone here knows that's really bad. i could go comatose if it's bad enough.
all i know is that later this week i'm going in for a catscan to see if my nose is really broken. it's not horribly misshapen or disgusting...it's still a normal nose. just kinda...bigger and more bruised. XD it'll go down.
regardless, i've had a crappy week. sweatdrop
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