Let's Go Back To The Start.

My tongue. Not a decent pic but its the only fucker that worked. Check out the nice spots on my face.
I've had it changed since, it's not a shiny green bar :) Looks pretty smart.
I havn't updated in a while. Nothing much has happened since I last posted. I actually need to get £32 million. Then i'll be sorted!
Yesterday Chris and his dad came round to stay for a weekend visit. I introduced him to Pat and Danny, then we met up with Pig today who Chris has seen lots of times before.
Um. Yes. Interesting.

I've just measured myself again. I've done it since 2002 every time I can remember. Lol. It's like twice a year.
on 14th March 2002 My tummy was 28inches around my hips were 30 inches and my tits were 29 inches.
Now My tummy is 28 inches still....My hips are now an excrutiating 35 inches and my tits are 36 inches.

Which is quite strange because 12th February 2004 I must have gotten really fat.
My tummy was 31 inches, my hips were 36 inches and my tits were 32 inches..
Notice how this was around the time of Jess's birthday. Lots of munch!

I'm glad I do stupid things like this because it interests me.
I'm going to trot around my room and find things to type up.
"Brb".

Ha! I've found my stupid story of whan I broke my arm. It's 6 pages (:) ...

'The Break' - True Story.

On Friday August 23rd 2002 at around 8:30pm I was playing outside with Jessica, Sarah, Auldrin and his brother John, my brother Tim, Patrick and Casey. Auldrin was chasing me as we were playing kiss chase. I didn't want to kiss him as he's fat and he isn't attractive. I tried to get away but I slipped on some oil. I fell onto my back, but as I didnt want my head to hit the floor at such speed, I put my hand out to stop the impact. Little didn I know what shock was in store for me.

I got up and felt like an idiot. I felt fine and I didn't really hurt anywhere. But I had the most weird 'tight' sensation in my right arm. I looked down and my arm was disfigured like this --> (I drew a diagram) I started to panic and I told Jessica 'I think I've sprained my arm' the pain kicked in although it didn't hurt that much. It was more panic screaming. My dad was on the computer talking to an american friend called Troy. He told him something like 'Oh shit she's broken her arm' so he flicked the switches to turn it off without shutting it down properly. He called for my mum who was reluctant to come downstairs as she thought that it was one of me and my dad's jokes. When she saw my face and then my arm she knew it was serious. My dad was getting angry with my mum because they couldn't find the car keys so he started swearing at her. When we got in the car my dad stepped on the accelerater and I shouted at him

to slow down as I thought we would crash. My mum phoned up my nan to look after my brother. She told her I was in stratton and that Tim should stay for the night. At stratton the X-Ray machines weren't working because it was a stupid bank holiday. So i got a pathetic bandage for the 1 hour journey to the next nearest hospital - Barnstaple. To prepare me for the journey I was given 2 painkillers and my nan came to the car park with 2 cans of coke, some trusty hula hoops, a damp flannel and some spare change for the parking meter and myself. We arrived at Barnstaple after my dad had calmed me down and was telling me jokes to take my mind of the pain. My dad went up the wrong road to the hospital as it was dark. He just got into another strop. I finally got to the hospital at 11:00pm. Now, still with a broken arm, I had to wait another hour to see someone who took us into a little room and me my mum and dad couldn't get out of the door as they had crappy locks on them. We just went out the other door in the end. The woman took the bandage off and now I could see the full extent of the damage. It looked like a snake who had swallowed an egg that was near it's head. I shoed my had - It hurt - we had to wait another 'while' to see a doctor and by that time I was shattered and in a lot of pain. It was well past 1am by the time a doctor arrived. He took us intoa room with 2 beds and told us what was going to happen to me.I got took off to be weighed and the nurse joked that I was anorexic! I got back with my parents for a while in the room and then we got told to go down to x-ray, we followed the signs and I went ther in the room and could hardly move my arm in the way the man wanted on the black screen. Eventually I got out where I was to be temporarily plastered, they took me to a room with a woman who lookd remarkably like Trude from Vets In Practice, she bandaged my arm then plastered only the top of my arm to make sure it didn't move yet. I got back to my mum and dad and showed them how warm the plaster was. It was then I was told I was going on a ward. We saw a man who had blood all over his face and neck with a police man. He was scary but I couldnt halp staring. The time was now 2am and I went to the Caroline Thorpe ward. I had a piece of toast and was told that that would be my last piece of food as I was going into theatre at 10:00am to get my arm rebroken back into place. My parents were tired so they left me on my bed and went home. The nurses asked me if I was ok every hour and took records of the pain. I got given a band with my name on it like the ones babies have when they're born. I only slept for about 4 hours. There was a boy next to me who had been in a skateboard accident and severely banged his head and kept being sick. It was gross. In the morning, my parents ranf to say they'll be there at about 12 as they're doing some shopping whilst they have to be in barnstaple. This meant that they won't be there when I have to go to theatre which made me get a little scared.
I got a patch on my hand to get it numb for the anaesthetic, which was given to me an hour before I was due to go in. I was prodding my hand to see if I could feel it. I hate things being on the top of my hands where the veins are and I really wanted to rip the patch off. I saw a lot of doctors and I remember this one nice german woman who was going to put me to sleep. When it was time I got wheeled around on my bed which was great. It was only when the doctor said I was brave for going in on my own without my mum and dad and that I was pretty was when I didn't want to be brave anymore! I didn't want to go in alone. The german woman spoke calmly to me saying what she was going to do, she said I will feel a cold sensation go up my arm when the anaesthetic was in and I can remember thinking of a nice island like my mum told me to do so I have good dreams. I can't remember having any dreams but I knew time had gone past. It was strange waking up to a tube down my throat and nurses walking in different parts of the room. I stared at the monitor next to me and I realised it was my heart beat monitor. I was well pleased! I got given a bravery certificate and I chose a winnie the pooh because I didnt want fred flintstone..i went back to my ward and waited another hour and a half until my parents arrived. They told me the food they had bought. I was told I could go home at 6:00pm. They had to then take my drip out which was really painful because the nurse had to put pressure on the vein so blood wouldn tspurt out and I hated her putting pressure on the top of my hand. It felt suffocating.
When I finally got into the car i had a pillow to rest my arm on. When we got home I kept going in and outdoors so that everyone saw me and could make a fuss of me. It worked! I went indoors and laid my freshly plastered arm on the chair and ate grapes. I gfot treated extra special. I had checkups and a new plaster fixed. When i sat next to claire she complained that I grated her arm with the plaster (It was purple and comfy).
Now it's 5 months later I get bad pains in my arm but not for long. I have kept the first cast but the nurse threw the other one away. I am the only person in my family to have broken something (I think) and i feel privalidged! (Since then my brothers broken his ribs...)
I still cant go bowling!

Well that's it now, im off to go bowling!
Take care whoever reads this. Dont go breaking your arm.. :
Tabby xoxox