Thank you for the lovely comments on my previous entry!
My brother is doing MUCH better now! He’s amazed the doctor; his lower jaw was broken in two places, dead centre (chin) and the left-hand side (the bit where it connects to the upper jaw).
His chin is healing very well, with the help of a metal plate and some wires, which makes him look like he’s got braces again. The side of his jaw had to be left broken, because the break is where all of his nerves are and they were worried that they might paralyse half of his face.
He’s not on any painkillers and only has the tiniest patch of numbness; the doctor said that he should be rolling around in pain without any painkillers (remember – his jaw is still broken!) and that half of his lower jaw should be completely numb.
He’s been told that he has to be very, very careful; a knock could break the side of his jaw further and then they would have to operate, even with all of the risks involved.

His broken jaw is very handy though; every time he winds me up, I just threaten to punch him in the face. I wouldn’t do it but he doesn’t know that and immediately shuts up.

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I was going to write this up on Monday but Myke asked me to go around his and I haven’t really had any free “at home” time until now.

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While I was waiting for the show to start, I took not one BUT TWO illegal photos of the stage:

(If you’re wondering why it’s so empty…it’s because we were about half an hour early for the show. )

Derren Brown didn’t take my soul – for those of you who are normal, he apparently takes your soul if you go up on stage with him. He must have read my mind (or smelled my fear) because whenever he threw a frisbee at the audience, it wasn’t in my direction. Woo!

I would have loved to tell you everything that happened during the show but he asked that we didn’t (in case we ruin it for someone else, I guess) but it was brilliant and I loved it. So much so, that I would totally go again and can’t wait until he does his next one!
If you’re going to be seeing this show, start getting verrrry excited!

I must admit that I was pretty disappointed when I got there though – I had gotten all dressed up^{^} and had attempted to prettify myself by wearing A LOT of makeup^{^} and almost all of the other girls there had gone in little vest or tiny tops and just generally looking quite scruffy.

By the way, you are all going to be subjected to “reviews” of all of my makeup items, since I was really impressed by most of it.

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In other news, I have something to tell you all which will hopefully make you laugh. (Everyone ELSE has laughed about it already, so you should at least have a little snicker.)

To get to the front door in work, you need to go up two steps. I was already on the first step and was about to get up to the second one when my knee suddenly “went” (ie, I suddenly and inexplicably lost all feeling from the kneecap down). I was about to fall backwards but thought that if I DID fall backwards, I’d land on my lower leg and will probably snap it on the step below me, so I threw myself forward instead. But I kinda didn’t have enough time to stretch my hands out and stop me from falling properly.
I ended up smacking my kneecap on the edge of the concrete step in front of me and banged both of my hands and MY HEAD on the front door.
I tried to get myself up but fell again, smacking my head AGAIN on the front door.
The cleaner thought I’d been knocking and answered the door to me trying to get back up.

That’s the end of the funny part.

The photo doesn’t do the blacks, blues and purples in my bruise justice – they’re MUCH brighter and more obvious in real life. It’s gotten very slightly darker since yesterday but that’s pretty much how it’s looked since I did it.
Although my leg doesn’t really “hurt” anymore, it’s really uncomfortable and stiff.
(Oh and I also managed to slice my leg a little while shaving it last night. Wonderful.)

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This post is really badly written (and I apologise!) but I was up all Monday night consoling my mother, as my sister had announced that she’s moving out and I had to go to bed really late because the shower’s broken and I had to have a bath before I went to bed (rather than a shower when I get up) and I didn’t get home until around 9pm AND it took about 45 bloody minutes to fill the tub up.