An addition to my previous story.
It's not as funny, but I have also got three other incidents I had to go to hospital.

Year 2 for two of them. One was playing cops and robbers with my friends. One 'friend' held me by the arms and swung me round and round and round. Then let go. I didn't have time to protect my face with my hands so I bashed my nose quite badly. No nosebleed but I felt like shit for the rest of the day. My teacher didn't believe me I think, but still let me rest from colouring and have a rest in the cushions. On the way home we stopped at tescos and just while turning a bend I threw up. About 8-10 times. The floor of the car was covered in vomit. Ugh. We bought some stuff to take out the sick and (if you knew where the childrens hospital was previously in birmingham) we went directly across to the hospital. Where a glass of ribena fixed me up nicely.
The other Y2 incident was at home. Playing on the chaise longue (it's just like a sofa with the back and an arm missing, ya know, like in Titanic) I was doing cartwheels... off it. I'd done about 50-100 or something like that. Ya know, done it so many times I thought I'd perfected it. Well when my aupair went to the loo (Aupair is a nanny who lives with you) I had slipped. I didn't cry 'cuz I'm a brave girl and I thought it was only a sprain. Pity. I'd broken my arm. Didn't know at the time but I ended up going to the hospital. After _I_ phoned them... all by my self at 6 years old *moment of pride* When the ambulance men came I wouldn't let them go any where near my arm, I think I snapped at them quite a bit when they tried to touch it. Ended up with a glow in the dark plaster that I wouldn't let anyone sign and when ever I went for a piss they turned the lights off in the loo. I almost got banned from going to the toilets.

The other incident year 6. Lib Dem nine pin bowling party in a pub somewhere. Went with me Da. It was the break and everyone was chatting and drinking and I was getting very bored so I decided to jump over the skittles. I ran up the track and jumped, several times. Then I slipped and caught my foot at the ledge behind the skittles. Fuck that hurt. Shattered a bone at the side of my foot. I could no way walk on it. Ended up going to the hospital (after trying to win a bottle of brandy by rolling a pound as close as I could to it, missed, bugger) and waited 3 hours to have a bandage thing put on it. Then I waited 3 days until I was able to have a plaster, unfortunatly not glow in the dark this time.

Well that's all the stories of my hospital visits. Ta ta!
( Rev. Cleo still alive, Thu 2 Sep 2004, 19:48, Reply)