I'm Still Here

March 7, 2016

Dear Diary,

"What just happened?" was the only thing repeatedly going on my head at this moment. I arrived at the hospital at 1:30 PM and I'm still here patiently waiting for the nurse to come get me. School is going on still while I'm at the hospital in the emergency waiting area, which there are a lot of people here waiting so I don't know why they would call this the "emergency waiting area" if they make us (the patients) wait, but I wonder what happened to them that made them end up here.
I'm probably exaggerating all this since I've only been here for probably 15 minutes but it feels like it's been 3 hours. The good thing is that I'm too lost in my thoughts and worries that I forgot about the pain rushing through my left hand, and yes I'm writing with my right hand. Long story short me, being curious, jammed my finger while trying be acrobatic and doing a back flip off a swing, which I vowed to never do again unless I can actually do a back flip, not a somersault, which I can't.
A lot of people have broken their finger or worse, so why am I acting like I'm the only one on this planet who has? Maybe it's because I'm scared of the thought of having to maybe get surgery which I was terrified of because what if you don't wake up? Or what if you feel it even though you get that medicine that makes you fall asleep? I don't know how some celebrities could go through countless plastic surgeries. But the main point is that I should be grateful that I'm even here getting my finger fixed where as some people can't afford to even get help. Hopefully this wont be as bad as I expect it to be.