This happened at 11pm and I just really wanted to go home.
I haven't gone to the doctor, and I probably won't. I'm 99% sure it's just deep tissue bruises and scrapes, but I was really shocky by the time I went to bed - teeth chattering and all - because I realised how close I'd come to ripping my throat open with the tubular steel frame of the scratchcard box. *shudders*
*smooches* I would revel in your fussing and pampering. And now I want a milkshake! *ponders the possibilities of blending vanilla icecream, milk and frozen raspberries...* YUM!
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I haven't gone to the doctor, and I probably won't. I'm 99% sure it's just deep tissue bruises and scrapes, but I was really shocky by the time I went to bed - teeth chattering and all - because I realised how close I'd come to ripping my throat open with the tubular steel frame of the scratchcard box. *shudders*
*smooches* I would revel in your fussing and pampering. And now I want a milkshake! *ponders the possibilities of blending vanilla icecream, milk and frozen raspberries...* YUM!