Ok, so here's the deal. My Mum, probably to p*ss me off took me to the hospital coz my wrist hurt when I lifted those-big-heavy-boards-which-must-weigh-at-least-10kg-or-somethin'-crazy-like-that. Sounds nice right? Wrong, she (yes the cat's mother) hoped that I'd get and injection. (for what?) I didn't. In my house, that's life. Even though when I sprained my ankle really badly like-ZOMG-I-can-hardly-walk-with-this-sh*t type badly, she wouldn't take me to the hospital. It still hurts, my hand, nothing. I'm typing with it as you can probably tell.
The only good thing that came out of this is that I didn't have to unload or load the car, like I usually would when we do the market or as I like to call it the-highly-excruciating-way-to-knacker-your-daughter-while-not-doing-anything-yourself. And then she says I didn't do anything (just coz and went off for half an hour petting some puppies). Oh well that's life, by tomorrow I'll probably have sprained my other foot/leg/wrist/neck(gulp...)/etc...
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