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reminders: graduation guests and senior plans!

Good morning, evening, afternoon or anything in between! Whatever time it is where you are, I hope it's treating you well! We've just got a few important reminders for you for this morning!

Graduation guests are due by TODAY, April 28. If you want family and friends to come to see your senior graduate, make sure you sign them up TODAY!
Senior plans are due by April 30th! Please let us know what your senior's going to be doing after they graduate!

And since sharing tiems is always fun, tell me players, what's the worst injury you've ever had? Because, seriously, we were all kids (or we're clumsy) and sharing war stories is always interesting. Me? Someone once dumped a bowl of scalding water on my thigh. HUGE second degree burn. Worst pain I have EVER FREAKING FELT IN MY LIFE.

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HOW IN THE EFF DID YOU DO THAT?

It was weird. I think I had one foot in midair and then tried to move the next, because I thought it was on the next step down and not just hanging in midair? Because apparently pain pills plus bad balance make you just effing stoned or something.

I swear I saw the same people in the triage area, and they were all "You're back! ... Wait, why is someone carrying you? Uh ..."

Turns out I broke one of the little bones in the middle of my foot. So it's not all that impressive an injury, but the circumstances are interesting at least.

It was actually a minivan, and I fell in that crack between the door and the car itself and got my leg stuck, omggggg.

...it was parked, it's just more dramatic if I yell it the other way. BUT I WAS NINE AND I HAD TO HAVE STITCHES.

Other than that, y'all might remember me falling down the stairs on Newbie Day of fall this past year and needing stitches in my head. THAT WAS FUN.

Hahaha, it's fine ♥ I don't mind the laughing. It's a funny story, dammit. I crack up when I tell it. :D

I still can't believe it never occurred to me that "I feel totally fine" might somehow be related to "I'm also on pain pills." I M SMRT.

Oh man. I look at lists like this, and I am both going ( A ) OW HOLY SHIT and ( B ) I am such an underachiever, I've had like maybe two or three broken bones and a couple of sprains here and there.

Overhead bins and buses with doors that were lower than anticipated, mostly. A few of them really almost knocked me over. And, to be honest, I lost track of exactly how many times I hit my head. It was either 21 or 22, I honestly couldn't remember by that point.

The best part of the thumb injury? We got it cleaned (even though it just kept bleeding for a while) and tried to put bandages on it, but it's kind of an awkward spot, so the bandaids wouldn't stay on. So we went with gauze and drafting tape.

This is one situation where underachieving is a REALLY REALLY GOOD THING. I was always injured or hurting growing up. It really sucked!

Let's see, there was the time the dog pulled the in-use (AND ON FIRE) charcoal grill over right on top of five-year-old me, that hurt like a bitch.

Then there was the time I broke my collarbone, had two second degree shoulder separations, a sprained knee and a concussion. Marching band. Don't ask.

Or the time I managed to electrocute myself repeatedly, every day for two weeks, while plugging in a fog machine for a show...

HAHAHA, I was totally picturing you like DIVING OUT OF A CAR OR SOMETHING. I was all OMG ERIN IS AN ACTION STAR IN THE MAKING! Still, I haven't fallen out of a parked car either so YOU ARE ONE UP ON ME.

Let's see, there was the time the dog pulled the in-use (AND ON FIRE) charcoal grill over right on top of five-year-old me, that hurt like a bitch.

FIRE IS OW. FIRE IS OW. Omgggggg, OW. OW OW OW. That's about all I can muster for this.

Or the time I managed to electrocute myself repeatedly, every day for two weeks, while plugging in a fog machine for a show...

WHY DID YOU KEEP PLUGGING IT IN?

Hahhahaha I know. Dork! It's a great story.

The only thing that required an ER visit was slamming my thumb in teh car door when I was eighteen. BLAM right across the nail (the nailbed still looks kinda funny to this day).

Of course my mother and I then walked to the hospital to get it looked at.

OMG FINGER STORIES. I've done things like that myself so I KNOW IT IS PAINFUL but hearing the stories gives me the shivers. That's one of those places that can bring tears to my eyes if I hit it right. SO SENSITIVE so I cannot even imagine getting a finger slammed THAT hard and RIGHT ON THE NAIL OW OW OW.

I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one who has, at times, threatened to WRAP HER IN BUBBLE WRAP FOR THE REST OF HER LIFE, MY GOD.

Lessee, when I was a wee!bitty me, I was in an Easter egg hunt in my town and tripped and fell and got trampled by all the other little kids as they swarmed over, searching for eggs.

I, uhh, don't remember much about it other than going under and getting stepped on the first few times. S'prolly for the best.

...I have so many injury stories, it isn't even funny. Picking the good ones might take some time.

In 4th grade, I was playing on my uncle's ropeswing, fell off, hit my head on a lawnmower and got a concussion. I scared the crap out of all my classmates because the next day, when my mom called the school, the class had just finished reading Bridge to Terabithia and everybody thought I was dead.

In 5th grade, I was leaping over a piano bench in music class, except I failed my Jump check and fell into it instead. And broke it. With my face. It was made of real wood, too.

I only tell the pepperspray story in person, sorry.

I scared the crap out of all my classmates because the next day, when my mom called the school, the class had just finished reading Bridge to Terabithia and everybody thought I was dead.

You know, I was just cringing until YOU GOT TO THAT LAST PART AND NOW I AM ALL SFKLJSKLDFJKLDJKLDJ AT YOU. Omg, poor classmates! POOR YOUR HEAD TOO!

In 5th grade, I was leaping over a piano bench in music class, except I failed my Jump check and fell into it instead. And broke it. With my face. It was made of real wood, too.

PEOPLE! STOP WITH THE FACES! JAYSUS OW.

I only tell the pepperspray story in person, sorry.

TEASE.

Someone sent me a whole roll of bubble wrap for Christmas one year :D

FAKE TEETHY UNITE!

...though mine are not removable, as I did have two little nubs of my front teeth left, so they managed to rebuild them.

And then earlier this year, my current dentist looked at them and was like "Those are terrible. Wanna get them redone? Like, now?"

It was my right hand too, I couldn't grip a pen properly for weeeeeeks because any kind of gripping pressure hurt too much (the doctor said I'd probably broken the bone as well as the nail, but he couldn't actually do anything with it beyond bandaging it up).

IT WAS ME OR MY INTERNS. AND IT TICKLED! IT JUST LOOKED LIKE I HAD HORRIBLE TRACK MARKS ON MY ARMS FOR A MONTH OR SO.

I was a klutzy kid growing up, but that was just bruises and smacking things and cuts and scrapes. How did you get brain lesions? Just hitting your head that hard? O.o

My dad is the always-injured person in our family. He fell off the roof, he stuck his hand in a snowblower, he put cold sore medicine directly on his eyeball thinking it was his prescription for pink eye ...

Okay that's not entirely the same thing, as most of your injuries seem to be unfortunate freakish accidents and not "I'm invincible!!!!"-style reckless stupidity.

Yeah, fingers and toes suck when you get injuries because they really can't do a damn thing. They can tape it and give you painkillers and THAT'S IT. They send you on your way and YOU HOPE FOR THE BEST.

Ugh, fingers. I've jammed mine enough to know that not being able to write is the SUCK. I think even typing hurts when you hurt the right finger.

YOU ARE INSANE. NOW WE HAVE AN ORIGIN.

When I was ten or so, a friend and I were racing down the fire lane (which was this steep hill that cut down one side of my neighbourhood- maybe I'm dumb, but I don't actually understand wtf it's doing there, since it's blocked off by three large metal posts on either end. Maybe it's technically an ex-fire lane? IDK) on our bikes, and I hit... a rock or a crack or something, flipped off my bike over the handlebars and landed face-first, knocking out my two front teeth and scraping the top of my left hand pretty raw.

Then, two years later, I'm playing softball and get a softball to the face, which knocks out the lovely prosthetic teeth they'd made for me.

Some time after that, I got punched in the face and yup, out go the teeth again.

...Earlier this year my dentist decided my current teeth were terrible (there was a crack in one, and a hygenist had gotten overly enthusiastic with a scrapy thing at one point and there were two nice little grooves at the top as well.), sanded them down, and built new ones.

HOPEFULLY that is the last time I will ever need to get those teeth redone. And now you all know a lot about my mouth. Yay?

OH, I WAS CRAZY WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY BEFORE THAT. PROMISE.

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