No, really. That is an exact transcript. Even I find it hilarious - you're allowed to.
I just wish I could remember why the wardrobe fell on me in the first place. Or why they thought it would be a good idea, after finally managing to lift it off me, to wait for a coupla hours before taking me to the hospital.
Admittedly, my memories of that time are a little blurry. I remember being stuck under it, and I remember my grandmother reading me 'The Ugly Duckling' whilst waiting to see if the pain would go away. No hospital memories, nothing.
It's probably good you don't remember much. A heavy piano bench (golly, nothing like a wardrobe, thank goodness) fell on my legs when I was three, and I still remember that they wouldn't let my mom or dad into the x-ray room with me, even though my dad's a nurse, and I screamed blue murder.
Fortunately most of my childhood mishaps were much more comic than tragic. The Laundry Basket Incident -- being the reason I no longer have that little piece of skin that connects your upper lip to your gum -- springs to mind. Classic. :D
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Date: 2004-11-16 05:59 pm (UTC)Mini-Sophie: *shakily* 'Mooooom?'
Mum: *from downstairs* 'Whaa-aat?'
Mini-Sophie: 'Heeeelp...'
Mum: 'Whyyy-yy?'
Mini-Sophie: 'I'm stuck unner the waaardrooobe.'
Mum: '...What?'
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Date: 2004-11-16 06:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-16 06:22 pm (UTC)I just wish I could remember why the wardrobe fell on me in the first place. Or why they thought it would be a good idea, after finally managing to lift it off me, to wait for a coupla hours before taking me to the hospital.
Admittedly, my memories of that time are a little blurry. I remember being stuck under it, and I remember my grandmother reading me 'The Ugly Duckling' whilst waiting to see if the pain would go away. No hospital memories, nothing.
Must've been the drugs.
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Date: 2004-11-16 06:30 pm (UTC)It's probably good you don't remember much. A heavy piano bench (golly, nothing like a wardrobe, thank goodness) fell on my legs when I was three, and I still remember that they wouldn't let my mom or dad into the x-ray room with me, even though my dad's a nurse, and I screamed blue murder.
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Date: 2004-11-16 06:34 pm (UTC)*clings to you in an emo fashion*
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Date: 2004-11-16 06:42 pm (UTC)Fortunately most of my childhood mishaps were much more comic than tragic. The Laundry Basket Incident -- being the reason I no longer have that little piece of skin that connects your upper lip to your gum -- springs to mind. Classic. :D