Share article The Fucked Up Life Of BabyFlower. Bringin in the New Year without a bang!: So, I haven't had sex all year. Aren't I the little Nun or what?! Well ...
So, I haven't had sex all year. Aren't I the little Nun or what?! Well ok, it is only two days in, but that is a New Years promise I am keeping. No Men. I am waiting for Mr Right. Until then, no little dicked but big headed arse hole is getting near me, or my body. I've had enough.
I brought in the shitty new year with a total fucking bang. Not wanting to out do myself, and just like everyone else have a normal new year, I had to really push the fucking boat out.
Not only cannot I not remember most of it, I have the injuries and stories from my friends to piece togther the shambles of my last night of this dreadful year!
I believe and so do my friends I was spiked. One minute I was fine and the next. Totally out of it. I kissed some random stranger and was found sitting flirting with him with my legs on top of him. All of which I dont remember? Could he have been the one who spiked me, I dont know. But luckily for me, my beloved betty was there to save me, and her boyfriend too. So getting dragged away, literally by them, somehow they lost me again. Only to find me outside asleep on the floor. (Yes, Again another one of my fine moments!) with some random man with his arms round me. If I wasn't found by Duncan, God knows what or where I could have ended up. With no memory of any of this we walked. Well they carried me to get a taxi home. And in true fucked up stylie, I fell. Dont remember how or what on, but I awoke for work the next day with the larget rip in my tight and the largest graze/Bruised area on my knee. I didnt think much of it, and hobbled into work. Not knowing the worst was to come.
After an hour or so, the pain intensified in my left ankle. My hobble turned into a full blown limp. Not looking the best anyway, I tried my best to get through the shift. Eventually when I was allowed to go home, the pain was that bad I could barely place my foot on the floor.
I got home and showed my mama. I had to go to hospital. The pain seared and throbbed through me. At this hungover horrible state, I arrived at A and E, my daddy dropped me off and left me to wait.
After an agonising and quite emotional wait at the A and E department, I finally got to see a doctor. I was worn out and bedraggled and looked like shit. My doctor had to be a hottie. Just had too. Me lying there in my baggy work leggings and Hoodie. One boot on, the other at home, as you do! And when time came for the examination of my foot, I would have to have the hairiest and trampiest of legs. Dirt up my leg too, as I hadn't had a chance to wash or shower, as I jumped up straight into a taxi and was straight to work. So that just topped off my new years day. Luckily for me, he was pleasant and quite funny, and asked why I looked so miserable. I didnt reply because my life is in ruins, I nearly got kidnapped by some random guy outside the pub, fell over. Have no real job prospects and have totally given up on any idea of love that still existed. And now to top it off, on the first day of the NEW year I was sitting in A and E barely able to function. But yeah apart from all that I'm a rockin Doctor Hot.
So, not to crank it up as per,I casually replied because I was hungry. Only to be surprised by him turning up a few minutes later with a packet of biscuits, which I thought was very sweet.
So with my hand full of chocolate digestives, he wheeled me to Xray. It turned out thankfully nothing was broken, but I had sprained and damaged my muscles all up the side of my ankle and leg. So no walking on it, crutches provided. And at least two weeks off work.
Again, very proud of my achievements already and its only day one! So with my crutches I await for my fathers return to pick me up. Its late by now but the silver lining was the little star had made me some homemade soup for my arrival home. Hey, at least somebody cares!
So, its day two of being disabled and I'm already crawling the walls. Not literally. But being a MoonBeam like me, I have decided that everything happens for a reason, and this again is something that my fate is doing to swerve towards my destiny. There is a reason why this happened.
It could be to stop me drinking? I know I like a beverage but there is no way even I would be seen dead drinking on my crutches! So its T Total babyflower for a few weeks. I cannot exercise so I'm gonna get fat, I've already stuffed my face over the last two days, and its getting easier and easier to feel sorry for my state, and with the pain I'm in, eating is my only relief. Even with my foot elavated, as Dr Hot recommended, Its fucking killin me! Pain killer are ok, and push the pain away a little but its not really helping as the pain is spreading right up my leg today. I have a feeling this is going to get worse before it gets better. Another Tarot reading truth, on my latest reading it fortold a brief hospital visit, nothing too serious but that bloody came true didnt it. Though it also said I was going to meet my soul mate and all of my dreams and ambitions would be coming true. So the shite parts comes true but not the good stuff. Just my luck. As I dont recall lately meeting any make of the species being remotely butterfly worthy or my writing getting me anywhere? To be fair though, just staring at my files and nearly editting them isn't really progress to finishing by beloved Novel.... Maybe this injury is fate. Telling me, Write. Because I dont sit still long enough to actually work hard and edit and finish the bastard!
Maybe this is the pinnacle. Maybe I'll be thankful for this one day. Or maybe I'm just a deluded dreamer who will never make it, and never be good enough, like those deluded auditionee's on X Factor, who really believe they have got it, but are fucking mental patients. Most of them need sectioning! Maybe thats me?? Who know, only time will tell. But I have to keep trying. And tomorrow.. Is the first day of the rest of my life. And I for one have got to keep trying. And stop procrastinating away my life and dreams. Depending on other people to make me happy. I need to make myself happy.
So tomorrow, its time, with a little help from mary jane to get into the zone. And really fucking do some damage and blast through afew chapters. And before anyone judges me. Creative people like drugs. I am not saying drugs are good kids, by any means, but I just tell it like it is. I dont need them, I like them, and when entering my very own fantasy land of my own creation a little but of pot smoke kind of opens my mind to it more. If you look at Lewis Carroll, apparently he was off his head on Opium when he wrote the Alice in Wonderland Books, and no one can argue The Beatles weren't off there heads when they produced some of their greatest songs. So he who has not sinned may cast the first stone. Or just fuck off, because I dont really give a shit if you judge me for having an occasional spliff. I'm not out there murdering children and stabbing kittens. And in my defence, I'm going to add, it really may help this pain I'm in. I'm not kidding, my whole left side is injured, just the foot and leg must have took the brunt of it. My arse is bruised, my shoulders are both pulled and my head. Goodness, I dont know how my head sustains so many blows. Could be due to the fact theres not much going on in there, or the drunkeness has some kind of effect where I'm not as injured as if I was sober?
But nether the less, I'm in pain. I am very much now. Even wiggling my toe hurts. Woe is me!!
So, I am basically trapped. Like a princess, in a dungeon, with a wicked step sister bullying and hating on me, and a wicked king and queen mother and father banishing me here! Awaiting for my prince to come and rescue me.
Or I could just tell the truth, and say, I'm trapped yes. But in my lovely boudoir, with my amazing and caring sister looking after me, my dad cooking me soups and dinners, although my mama is poorly too, I know she'd be helping me too. So all in all, it could be alot worse. I have a lovely bed too! Just the shitty pain really getting me down. And the fact my only pleasure is eating. Meaning I am going to put weight on as I cant even exercise. Alas, what can I do.
So lying in bed, its like four in the morning and I cant really sleep comfortably. So after already having a mamouth rom com fest, with Enchanted, Love Actually and a bit of Sex and the City, I've moved on to When in Rome, so hopefully that'll get me asleep. Its just so hard with these stupid pillows trying to keep my foot up high. Okay, I'll stop my moaning.
Well, I cant moan in my sleep can I?
Goodnight God Bless.
The magic of Number 8 is still going BTW ;)