Fractured Feet

They say shit comes in threes don't they? Well; so far this year I've managed to shave off my middle fingernail, (yes, shave, I didn't even know this was possible to do until I actually did it) fracture two of my toes on my left foot, and fractured a bone in my right foot. How did this happen you may ask? Well, drunk Laura got pushed down some stairs in a nightclub. I'll be honest, I don't remember much from that night, apart from going down like a sack of potatoes and crying in pain. Stupidly, I didn't go to the hospital straight away for an x-ray like any normal person, oh no, I spent the entire day, crying in pain, extremely hungover and feeling sorry for myself. This is what I get for trying to go out and socialise. 

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The above quote is what I keep trying to tell myself. Some pain is temporary, but this feels like it's lasted an eternity already. It couldn't all be just in one foot, oh no, I'm the fool who does it in both. I spent almost three hours in the hospital on Monday, seeing the nurses, begging for the strongest pain relief they had, having x-rays and what not, thank goodness for the NHS, thanks to them, I'm now a proud owner of a pair of crutches (which really are a bugger to get the hang of using).

On a happier note; Happy Valentines Day! Yay! 
My boyfriend suprised me this morning with the most beautiful flowers and chocolates and I know he's got something else planned up his sleeve that I don't know what. Bless him. 

Since we couldn't spend today together, we're having our own little Valentines weekend together - I feel like we're too cute for our own good, like in our own little ways; it kind of makes me sick.. In a good way obviously.. 

Well, that's a little update for y'all, if anything else breaks or something interesting happens, i'll be sure to tell you all.