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So, this have been an interesting week for want of a better word.

Tuesday was the funeral. It was a big service; the Uncle had been a pretty prominent lawyer in Glasgow during his working days, so there were a lot of fellow lawyers, a lot of old friends, and y'know, our family itself is pretty big. Even had some of the London Cousins coming up, including a couple who I'm pretty sure it would be considered 'name dropping' if I mention in any blog. Would also be kind like trying to grab on to any fame, so we'll just leave them as the London Cousins.

The service; it was the usual funeral service I guess. My claustrophobia/crowd fear played up, so I ended up ducking out to stand just outside the chapel, but that wasn't too bad 'cause a couple of the boys were there doing the same, so it was all good. The wake, well it was the usual Scottish wake, we got steak pie, there was whiskey, we had to say grace as a tribute to the Uncle, but yeah.

Nah, the fun comes from Friday - yesterday. So, Collectormania Glasgow is coming up yet again - my favourite con of the year -and it's been decided that myself and Uni Friend -  and all around girl of awesome - Abbie shall be partaking in a Very Potter Cosplay. So we arranged to meet up yesterday to go into town to go and pick up stuff we'd need for the costuming.

My bus had just pulled inot the bus stop, and I'm at the front, trying to get off. Note the trying. While I'm still on the bus, I put my foot down on the step, and it goes out from under me. The only reason I didn't face plant is because two very nice ladies at the stop both rushed forward to help me, and because I had a death grip on the pole inside the bus. So, I manage - with the very nice ladies help - to hobble out on to the metal seats at the bus stop. My ankle was - and still is actually - that kind of intense stabbing pain. It was not fun

I can't actually remember if thye said anything to me or not, because one minute I'm sitting at the seats, and the next minute I'm looking up, lying on the ground, and there's a panic around me, trying to get hold of a paramedic, and keep away the staring people. I'd passed out apparently, which lead to them calling for the ambulence because there were NO paramedics on site. 'Course, throughout all of this, my only thought was that I really should contact Abbie, so she knows I'm not standing her up, Luckily, the bus stop was just in front of the uni - where we'd arranged to meet because we were gonna grab a bite to eat and uni food is cheap. So she was down at the stop in a minute, and the ambulence was there, and since I'd passed out, and couldn't put any weight on my ankle without screaming in pain, they decided to take me to A&E

A&E at the Royal Infirmary is one of the most boring places I have ever been. Granted, a lot of my boredom was because I spent a couple of hours just sitting on a gunery - see, they wouldn't let me try to walk off the pain, I was wheeled /everywhere/ - staring at a wall until I could get in for an x-ray. Which ... just confirmed what I'd been saying to them; I'd sprained my ankle. Pretty bad sprain, but still...

Anyway, they decide after about 3 hrs of my sitting around, that I can go home. Only thing is I just have one shoe on me because the ambulence people had put the other into my bag - they were trying to stop the ankle swelling so the shoe was from the injured ankle - and given my bag to Abbie who had been made to sit in the reception area.

Eventually Abbie gets in, I get my shoe, and then call my dad to pick me up. My mother is in a histerical panic when she hears, because she'd been trying to get hold of me all afternoon but of course, my phone had to be switched off. She's calling the bus company to complain about the bus driver though, 'cause I fell on the bus and they did nothing to see if I was okay.

So my current state is confined to my room cause I can't really walk. Well, I can, it's just ... agony inducing and slow. I should be fine in a couple of days though.

So, yeah, my week.

Date: 2010-07-31 12:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] siddymouche.livejournal.com
I'm just... gonna come cover you in bubblewrap, 'kay?

Also, I fully support your mum's decision to phone the bus company. At the very least, the driver should have gotten out to see if you were alright. *niece of a bus driver*

Date: 2010-07-31 05:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] morriganangelus.livejournal.com
Okay, I'm going to rob a bank, use magic to get a passport, and then I'm coming over there to be your bodyguard. I'll make you cookies, and we'll watch AVPS until we have the entire thing memorized. *gentle hugs*

Date: 2010-07-31 10:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] werepuppyblack.livejournal.com
I'll get the spare bed ready *nods. and gives hugs back*

Date: 2010-07-31 09:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] china-belle.livejournal.com
Oh dear - you're as bad as me. I managed to break my ankle last year just by stepping on an ever so slightly uneven bit of pavement.

Hope you're in less pain soon!! *hugs*

Date: 2010-07-31 10:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] werepuppyblack.livejournal.com
Thank you! And that sounds awful! Boo for easily hurt ankles!

Date: 2010-08-01 03:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] xrainbowcloud.livejournal.com
Between the crowd panicking and the accidents, we could be twins or something. It's typical how everything happens at once, but hopefully that means you'll have decent luck for a while now. I hope your ankle feels better soon, I've broken and sprained both of mine so many times and I remember how much it hurt. *hugs*