12 October 2012
Chapter #8
Back in my ward, I got comfortable and changed into my pjs with the help of Nora. after I got here I had an operation on my hip and was issued a wheelchair which made it harder to go to the loo etc. so that's why I have Nora. She came back again with the menu and I chose my dinner. People expect hospital meals to be like traditional school meals, stinky cabbage and lumpy mash but actually, it's not bad. It's like microwave meals really. I always choose spaghetti bolognese because it's my favvy meal ever. It's especially nice here because they make a lovely tomato sauce with no lumps of tomato or onion, which I don't like. Yeah, maybe the spaghetti isn't cooked enough or overcooked but it's the sauce that counts. I don't always choose dessert because the main food is often quite filling, but today I had a lot of drama ( don't even ask... ) so I was hungrier than normal. I went for the brownie trifle. It's actually real nice because instead of jelly and strawberries, there is chocolate ice cream and brownies, then instead of custard, there is chocolate sauce. You still get the cream. Mmmm cream...
I woke up the next morning with James and dad snoozing on the sofa next to my bed. Without really realising, I reached for my phone, which you know, is out of charge-I forgot to turn it off last night, and tried to take a photo. I just thought it was because I was tired and had sleepy eyes that the camera didn't flash from behind my Samsung. Guess I didn't realise that my phone was run out anyway. I guess now I've got the time, I'll tell you about my ward. Beside me was a small coffee table, piled with OK!, New, Reveal, Now magazines and Cosmopolitan books. At the foot of my bed was a small cabinet, the height of my bed, filled with my own stuff like my phone, spare clothes, books etc. On the other side of my bed is my drip. It's the one that moves about on wheels so I can take it with me if need be. I don't like it because there is one sack with blood and one with vitamins and water (2in1) so that i get my vitamins regularly. On top of my foot cabinet is a striped vase with red and yellow tulips in which were from Cheyenne and Lola. They eventually found out when dad wrote the wrong surname to the head. see, the head is Miss Charles, and there is a girl in year 11 with the surname Charle so it got sent to her, instead of the head. Sooner or later the school found out after she told Naomi in the loo. Naomi is a bit of a chatterbox so I would've guessed she spilled anyway. She spilled about who had an affair with Mr Gluten so that didn't end well anyway. I didn't find out though; I don't think I wanted to! Nora came by with my hot water bottle and asked me if I slept well. I told her that if I had slept on the subway like that, I would actually have to check if I was on the subway, not the silent countryside. So basically, yeah, I slept well. Without a doubt, I forgot something majorly major.
My 17th Birthday is on the 21st July, which is tommorow. Suddenly I figured I was going to miss all my 17th birthday plans, the party, the cinema, the spa day, everything. Because I'm in hospital, I can't go outside until I am released so I still wouldn't be able to meet my friends at the Costa cafe outside because of the viruses outside, which I am behind held quarantine against. It was such a blow as I had already invited everyone. God no, when everything really couldn't get any worse, I realise they will all be waiting for me at the cinema an I can't contact them cos my phone is dead and I only have their numbers on there, not anything else. I tried to memorise Lola's number when I got it, because it was like 074545456678, or something like that. But now, all my mind is buzzing about is Niall. Niall. Niall. What am I gonna do? If anything, my boyfriend is possibly gone. Moving round with the tours, he was only going to stay for a couple more hours after our date at Shakeaway of course, so we planned to go to the park etc. but now? No, my life was being ripped apart.
Since last night, when I remembered my birthday, life just crumpled into the recycling bin of the worlds black hole. I don't ever know if I will ever forgive myself for jumping over the sofa...
Forever Or now • Opuss № I