Well, on Thursday my sis and I got into it AGAIN. Over her guy friend making sexual comments about our younger sister. I got so fed up with this guy he is 22 and he honestly walks around talking like he is one of the girls on Jersey Shore. And he is straight because every time my 19 year sister has a bit much to drink he seduces her and no one sees anything wrong with this, I'm just afraid that he is going to start doing that to my 15 year old sister since he already is making these comments about her. So, my sister and I are screaming at each other over this because she just doesn't see what a nasty perv this guy is and she is so stupid you couldn't hit her upside the head with an iron post and knock any sense into her. And, yes, we did come to blows... well she did... I just smacked her like the little brat she is. So, then she went crying to mommy and I ended up homeless. Yes, just like that, and in 4 days I haven't heard anything from my mom she really doesn't care if I'm alive or dead.
Anyhow, so later that day I noticed the ring on my right hand (from my boyfriend) was a little tight and the finger was a little sore. I didn't think anything of it until that evening and then I realized I might want to take the ring off. I got out the dish soap and cold water but it would not come off. My boyfriend and his mother suggested that I try to get out the PAM and spray it down, but I didn't think that would help matters anymore. I decided to just leave it, I didn't think the finger could possibly swell anymore than that! So, I went to bed. The next morning I FLIPPED when I saw the finger, it was in severe pain and it was swelling more and a little discolored! I called my instructor and told him that I was pretty sure my finger was broken. Then I called my boyfriend and let him know I was going to the ER. I was freaking out the entire time imagining them needing to chop off my finger because I didn't take care of it earlier. I was so scared. My boyfriend got there not long after me. He was so great. He held my hand when they cut off the ring (that is a hot and painful process if you have never had it done... I cried like a baby) he promised to get the ring soldered back together for me as soon as the swelling went back down too. I love him. He even parked my car in the regular hospital parking and told them to give me pain meds because he would be driving me for the rest of the day. (His sweetness over this situation did not stop there, but I have to save the rest for another post because it that part gets kind of gross. Lol)
Anyhow, the whole point of this post was to mention that went I stepped on the scales I realized that I have gained 35 lbs in the past 11 months since my boyfriend and I got together. No wonder my mother has been trashing me for my weight! Yikes. But, oh well, my boyfriend claims to like fat girls so I'm not going to beat myself up about it. I have to much other stuff to worry about right now! But, I just though to update on my weight. Funny how that stuff creeps up on you!
Oh and my finger is NOT broke, just jammed, it should be better within the week.