Starcrossed

I hope everyone is having a happy holiday regardless of what you celebrate. I’m currently trying my best to get page 8 up in time for Friday but it may be a little late.
Other than the typical holiday business I fell last night and dislocated my knee. I had gone over to my grandmother’s house to do laundry. The weather was getting a little bad and I slipped on some ice whilst carrying a basket of laundry to my car to go home.
There’s nothing like hearing a sickening pop and looking down to see your patella sticking out of the side of your knee. After informing my grandmother to call my parents and to stay in the house (which was communicated by screaming “OHMYGAWD IT HURTS! WHY DID I HAVE TO DO LAUNDRY?! CALL MOM!”)
Since the weather was then getting icy so it took my parents about a half hour to get to the house. In the meantime I was lying on the frozen tundra called the front yard in agony because I was unable to move. My parents arrived and my dad informed me that I was idiot for lying exposed to the elements, at which time he tried to carry me to his truck to take me to the hospital. Being the master of wit that I am, I retorted with a blood curdling scream. We then called an ambulance.
Upon arriving at the hospital I was sobbing and crying like a little girl. They then sedated (most likely to shut me up) and popped it back into place.
After waking up, I felt great. More than great, I was spectacular. I felt so awesome, in fact, that I felt the need to call and share it with everyone I knew. It was more fun than that trip to the dentist office when I got the happy gas.
Long story short I am on sweet, sweet meds. I have already eaten my fair share of cookie dough, and after posting this I plan on going to bed and passing out.
Oh and the laundry was another casualty. It spilled and some of the clothes got dirty so I have to wash them again. Weak.
Next time I’m getting my own washer and dryer.