No I'm not emo/goth/depressed my life has just been taking some really bad turns. Whoever's driving needs to work on it. -.-
Alright. Here's what happened:
I was packing Friday (Feb 19, also my b-day) for a weekend retreat. I was pretty excited, thinking 'Nothing can go wrong!' But everything seemed to go wrong.
It was a long bus ride full of annoying people. About 3 hours, possibly 4. When we get there, I don't get to bed until 4:30 AM the bed time was suppose to be 1:00 but I said that was too late for me. My room mates had other ideas. They kept talking, and talking, and talking. Then guess what they did? They talked! Once I finally got them to shut up I couldn't sleep at all. I don't know why, I just couldn't fall asleep.
But after talking to one of the adults that came along, I fell asleep around 4:30.... Not my ideal first night.
The next morning (Saturday, Feb 20) was the jam-packed-event-day. Breakfast wasn't the tastiest so I ate a bar. The next few hours were fine, or so I thought. What I didn't realize that at 12:30 or something, my beloved dog Bear had past away. He wasn't feeling too good when I left but I didn't think twice about it. My dad says he died quickly and he wasn't in much pain. Bear had a heart attack and they couldn't bring him back. :< He was are family's dog but he was amazing, I never thought his end would come so soon...
Around 2 we went the the frozen pond for 'Winter Olympics' Everything was fine until the last event. You and your team had to throw a snow ball the farthest. I was last and all I had to do was to chuck it, but no!
I lost my footing and fell forward, head first, and landed right on my front tooth. It chipped in half and I saw my tooth, or what was left of it, on the ice and I lost it. I cried forever, worrying that I lost my tooth, not even a baby tooth.
Whenever air hit my broken tooth it was in a lot of pain. So I kept rags and gauzes to it but it was horrible. I ended up bumping my chin, I didn't notice at the time because I broke my tooth, and now it's sensitive and bruised.
My dad was coming up (3-4 hours drive) and I had to go to the ER. I was terrified. I'm not one for blood or broken body parts. My brother and cousin who were there, came along to my rescue. I would have never done it without them. They held my hand when the doctor gave me a Novocaine shot to my tooth, my brother had talked me into it, and they were there when I was shaking with worry. When we went to pick up my meds, my brother took a ring (the lady there told them to take as many candy canes as they wanted and I guess he saw the ring near by) and gave it to me. I'll never give away that ring or forget its meaning. My brother may be harsh at times but he truly does have the biggest heart.
My brother had broken his clavicle Wednesday so this week isn't too good either. But he's doing better and so am I after a good night's rest. I ask for your prayers or encouraging words because that's what I really need right now. My tooth is still sensitive to the air and I'm afraid of what surgery the dentist might have to do to fix my tooth. Things have been just pushing me down all weekend, my dog dying, breaking my tooth, my brother breaking his clavicle, and just really need something to bring me back up again.
Thank you for reading my horrible story, times may be tough, but I have to be tougher.