This post is old, so what you see here may not reflect my current opinion and mindset, certain information may be outdated, and links may be broken.
Here’s a list of unexpected events I’ve been subjected to today:
- My pillow scratched me. More specifically, the zipper on my pillow did. My arm is a victim of a six-inch “gash”.
- I tripped over a bunch of preschoolers and crash landed on my right knee.
- Tired from my morning events, I took a 45-minute nap in the staff lounge.
- My supervisors nearly had me expedited to the emergency room to have my knee checked up.
- I fought a long hard battle on unlocking the X-ray room locker’s padlock and a equally long battle to open the sodding locker.
- The sphygmomanometer in the ER hated me and gave me a low blood pressure reading — to which the nurses asked if I felt light-headed. I retorted with “I’m tired!” And really, why wouldn’t I be?! I was subjected to wait what felt like an eternity. Who else wouldn’t feel light-headed?
- My final diagnosis was a contusion, and it took three stinking hours to come to that conclusion.
- Even though the paper said to stay off my knee for 48-hours, I shall only take tomorrow off as I originally intended to do without the frustrating ER visit.
Needless to say, I do not want to repeat this day at all. I’m sure anybody reading this will think I’m a clumsy fool, or maybe they will think of me as someone who just have bad luck. Whichever is the case, I was not a happy camper today. After I injured myself, I told one of the supervisors what happened. She told me to let her know when it started hurting. Well, it started to act up, so I told her and tried to tell her that I could finish my work-day and just take one day off to stay off of it. Before I could even say that, I was thrown a bunch of paperwork to fill out and was told to go to the ER (ironically enough, I have no car, so I don’t know how they expected me to go there). Luckily, Daddy picked me up, and I went there.
. . . The last time I was there, it was because I had a really bad case of tonsillitis. This time it’s for a contusion — a simple diagnosis I could have come up with (except I’d call it a “banged up knee”.), and my supervisors did all this to cover themselves since this was a work-related injury. Not that I’m complaining, no. I just hope my employers cover the unexpected medical bill, and next time if I ever do seriously get injured, at least I know my employers care. XD But honestly? This was a long afternoon that I do not care to repeat. No thank you. I will not give out any gracias for this!