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how em got hit with a boat. |
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so heres
the story: we're camping for the weekend...*side note: we thought this really
hot guy(roar) that was beside our site, would be the main point of our
weekend..wasn't* so anyway, saturday, we get up, and get ready to go to the
beach, which is just down the street. So we have our breakyfast and we go to the
beach. we're down at the beach in the water just about nickline high, and we're
digging holes with our feet and joking around. hey look! a sailboat! neet!...we
keep digging, considering, he's not even near us... hmm...seems the sailboat is
comming nearer, and nearer, he's on one side of us, o now he's on the
other...what the nudy!? HE'S COMMING RIGHT AT US! AHH! *me and shorty jump out
of the way* em is facing the other way standing in a hole i dug, "THUD" em gets
hit by the boat..."OH SHIIIT!" i scream...the guy driving the boat looks behind
him, theres em standing up in bewilderment, "what the hell?" "em, you just got
hit by that sailboat" says i.."uh, emmy, you're bleeding" says shorty...we hurry
to the shore, to be flocked by many bystanders, the boater, quickly parks the
boat and comes out to see if shes alright, she is. a nurse thats on the beach
checks em's head, "its all right, do you want anything to help the pain?" "no,
i'm fine thank you" says em..."are you here with your parents? where are they?
are you at your cottage?" "we're with her parents, we're just camping down the
road, we'll go back there, don't worry" we start walking back ,theres em's
mom..."hey mom, i just got hit by a boat" says our hurt lil emmy "WHAT?!" em's
mom is freaking (like usual) "BY WHO!?" "this nice man, its okay, calm down mom"
"I HAVE TO GO TALK TO THEM! WHERE ARE THEY?" we point and she's on her way to
bitch...we stand on the beach and explain to emmy what had just happend...her
mom comes back "we're going to the clinic" "mom, we don't have to, i'll be fine"
"you'll probably need stitches" her mom's freaking out, and thinking of herself
as a doctor "see, my mom, she thinks she's a doctor, and sometimes she should
just shut up" says emmy "AMINEH! i work with doctors, we're going to the clinic"
"mom, you WORK with doctors, you AREN'T a doctor" "sit down over here in the
shade, i'll go get the car...we sit at a picknick table and start talking and
laughing like EVERY convo we ever have... all of a sudden..ems mom comes back, o
and look, she brought a parimedic, no wait, 4 paramedics, hmm..and whats that?
AN AMBULANCE?! so we're sitting there, and the perimedics are talking to em, and
us about what happend and what day it is, and around what time, the usual shtuff...meanwhile
shorty is laughing her arsen off and in tears she finds this hilarious...the
ambulance tells us to go to the hospital in exedor...and they could take em in
the ambulance, but she refuses..."EM! AN AMBULANCE! YOU COULD'VE RIDDEN IN THE
AMBULANCE!" shorty says, fallowed by MANY exlamation points...so we get in the
car and drive to the campsite to get clothes, considering we're just in our
bathingsuits and towels, and the shorts i brought..and whatever we had in the
car..we get our clothes and things to do..and off we go to exedor...an hour
later we arrive at the hospital...its the size of our clinics here in
k-w...alright we go in, the usual, a nurse takes em, and she starts to clean her
up, get blood pressure, more of the norm. "you guys wanna see the cut?" "COOL!"
shorty is morbida remember..."ewwy" i says, i don't like blood...i go over
anyway..."DEAR GOD!" i run back to my seat...shorty comes back looking like a
four year old thats just seen the coolest thing ever...so the nurse finishes
with em, and tells us to go sit in the waiting room until a doctor can see
us...so we sit, and sit and sit, about a half hour and a quarter of a bag of
brownies me and shorty brought go by...alright, now its an hour...for a small
town this is a freakin long wait...its now 530 and we came in around 4..."amineh"
em leaves, not even a worried look on her face...by now me and shorty have
claimed the couch and the tv in the waiting room...a mother and her two sons
come in, the boys try to watch the tv, but they can't because we have it facing
us on the couch, almost facing away from them, o well, they can live...we
haven't had a tv for 2 days, time to take in our daily dose of radiation...em's
mom promises us milkshakes before we go back to the site...by 6 o'clock em comes
out..."that took long enough" says i..."oh my god, this place has nothing! one
doctor on duty...you should have heard him 'i just have to get the staples, be
right back, alright we ran out of staples, so we'll have to do stitches' so i
have two stitches" em says...we drive back to the campsite, enjoying our
milkshakes, they weren't bad, but at least they were food...me and shorty ( at
least) are starving...we get back and eat dinner, we decide to have a shower
considering we haven't since friday, and its icky feeling water..."DON'T GET
YOUR HEAD WET AMINEH" "mom, be quiet, the doctor said i could, i just can't put
shampoo on it" "NO, YOU CAN'T" em's mom is flipping again...always fun in that
family...we head to the showers, have our showers and em gets her head hardly
wet...the next morning, i wake up, laying on the ground, instead of the
mattress, hey, it was comfier..."are we swimming today?" asks shorty, half
asleep "yes, yes we are" i say, still asleep...we pack up the tent and all our
stuff, and get ready to go, em's mom tells em she should be swimming because
she's not aloud to get her head wet "mom! i'm aloud to get my head wet, the
DOCTOR said" we go anyway...we go to the beach, its chilly, but nice, yet cold
in the water "ahhh" we get used to the water, now its the wind that we
fear...hey, the wind picked up, and is still getting stronger...umm, how about
those black clouds out there...they're comming closer, and closer yet...this
ain't good.. "GIRLS YOU HAVE TO COME IN" em's mom yells..she had been talking to
a guy on the beach that said there's a storm-a-brewin...and it should start
lightining soon...it was already thundering..we get out and dry off a bit...its
starting to spit...everyone wants to leave, but not me, o no, not when the sky
looks like that! its awsome, every shade of blue, grey and black...woah! looks
like a funnel cloud is forming...our lil shorty is starting to freak out..."i
want a picture of you girls, come over here" sure, but do you have to pick the
sandiest place on this hill to walk through? though it is a nice spot. we
get our picture taken, and just before we get in the car, it starts to spit, now
rain, *doors close* now storm...this is so cool, WHOA! LOOK AT THAT CLOUD! LOOKS
LIKE A TORNADOE! shorty doesn't like me saying this, she'd beat me if we weren't
in such close quarters...we get in the car..the traffic is stopped...em's dad
has the window open, uh..i'm getting wet back here, the rain is hitting me in
the face..ow...the wind is cold too...i'm still in my wet bathing suit...brrr...hey
i forgot i have a sheet back here...mmm warmth.."gimme some" shorty takes some
blankets...i look over at em later, she too has blankets..."i could change back
here, i have no problem with that" shorty and i both say...or at least agree
on...but we stop at a tim hortons and get changed in the bathroom, holding up
the line of course...when we walked in there was NOBODY, but now, there 6 girls
waiting for the bathroom...grrr...so i hurry up, and finish...we get back in the
car...ahh music...AHHH! COUNTRY MUSIC! BURN IT! BURRRNNN ITTT! em's mom won't
turn it off...shorty starts clawing at the pile of stuff in front of her trying
to reach the radio...ANYTHING BUT COUNTRY... well maybe not talk radio...we live
through that untill we are brought our coffees and hot chocolates..mmm warmth...owy,
too hot...i like warmth, i don't like scalding...i don't start drinking my drink
until its cooled down more...shorty's holding the tray that has our drinks
in...considering the one at her feet is filled with pop cans..she starts falling
asleep and the tray starts to trip, i'm looking out the window and day dreaming
like usual, i love the rain..."OW OW OW" i'm burnt.. the hot chocolate just
spilt on my leg...thankfully, being used to inflicted pain, this doesn't hurt
much...we keep driving, i drink my drink, and fall asleep, i have problems with
cars making me fall asleep, this is good for some, bad for others... i wake up
in stratford and shorty mentions that we should take her braides out, so we
start and it takes us the 45 to hour drive home...that was fun..so i get home,
and get twice as much radiation from the pc in me...what a fine time that
was..and of course, we can't forget that amazingly hot guy |
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