It is not just summer treat but a sizzling one too. A week ago, my niece invites me to her birthday pool party. So, yesterday, after work, I went straight away and got her a gift, went home as I pictured the outfit I'm going to wear, which swim suit, what to take with me in my gym bag. Ne ways, it was time to go. I got dressed (treating myself the summer treat), I wore shorts and a sleeveless shirt, had my hair in a lopsided ponytail hairdo, wore very neat sandals and for sure my closed 3abayah. After kissing mom goodbye for the day, she told me to have fun and be careful. I really was. We had fun swimming, floating on floating beds, jumping, splashing, dancing on the edge of the pool, diving, you name it, even drinking fresh cocktail juices while in the pool. Then, it was singing bday song time and having dinner. We sang and the bday girl kept repeating "it is my bday so listen to me, it is my bday so just do as i do...etc" a bit annoying but funny. 7shratna, but this relates to something else happened later. Ne ways, we sang, we sent the cake to be cut into pieces and we were enjoying dinner when SUDDENLY, yeah SUDDENLY and SUDDENLY, I was trying to eat my pizza while pointing my niece's plate for another person to fill it with food and the
large glass table decides to break on my legs without any reason, well no I bet it was from the heat, ne ways, th table breaks, glass all over the place, everybody is fine but Karamilah is SCREAMING AND CRYING AND YELLING HER LUNGS OUT while the others are just jaws dropped looking at me. I kept yelling, until everybody came over, I couldn't move, the pain was stinging, they literally lifted the chair I was sitting on and placed me just beside the flash light in the garden. I remember them running bucket after bucket of water on my legs. They changed me into fresh clothes (minimum amount of clothes- that was really funny and embarrassing and bless you Joey for helping me get dressed) and I was helped to the car. We reached the emergency, they got a me a wheel chair and it took them 3-4 hours for them to clean my wounds, give me an injection, check if there was any glass and all. I left the hospital at about 1:30 am, bless you brother for taking good care of me. He even made me laugh several times. Now, I have scratched all over, my toes are like tiny fat pieces of sausages or fat worms, cut deeply. I found blood on my pajama pants when I woke up. I don't know if I can wear shoes, but what I know is that I went barefoot to the hospital and came back home barefoot. I don't have my car, I don't even know if I can drive it. My bag with my wallet inside it with all my cards are at my sister-in-law's car except for my health card which is with my brother. My gym bag is over at my brother's house. And mom still doesn't know about what happened.
Now, bday girl sends me a message saying I'm so sorry. So, gurl, it aint ur fault. Ops, it isn't your fault hun. It is my destiny. Qadar Allah wama sha2a fa3al. And it definitely isn't your bragging note of "it is my bday...etc. Ne ways, I was n bed and I'm happy not that I can walk but unintentionally my toes are resisting to lay low, the look so funny. I didn't go to work. I don't know if I can go to the gym and I really can't wear heals.
On the Bulletin Board:
- I hate our hospitals with their very stupid rules. (don' try trigger me because I have a long list of complaints)
- Didn't use my Joby tripod yet, can't wait to go out and take pictures.
- I need to book tickets for Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince, I dunno which to go for, Gold Class or Imax.
- For whoever voted thank you, I will be changing my layout soon inshallah but whatever I'm going to put will be a temporarily one until I find someone who can design a personalized one for me.
Stay tuned,
