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.

He broke his jaw the night I came back from Edinburgh with Myke, to meet his nan for the first time.
We arrived in Edinburgh, after a NINE HOUR TRAIN RIDE, on the Wednesday. We had a quick look at everything around the station before getting into a taxi and making our way to South Queensferry.
We checked in at the Inn (we didn’t stay at a hotel) before making our way to see Myke’s nanny for a couple of hours.

I thought his nan was nice and I think she liked me too, as she invited me back for her 95th birthday, in February!

After we’d seen Myke’s nan for a couple of hours, we went back to the Inn and went to bed.
We woke up at half seven the following day because we only had one full day to see all of Edinburgh City Centre! We had our breakfast in the Inn (I had a small bowl of cereal, a small croissant and a medium coffee; Myke had some toast and a tea) before heading out to the bus stop.

We looked around the City Centre for a few hours and I took loads of photos (they’re in my Edinburgh set on Flickr, if you’re interested^{^}).
Myke was going to treat me to lunch but we had to use the toilets first, so off we went. I came out of the stall in the girl’s room and look what greeted me:

Yep – straighteners! We don’t have THOSE in OUR mall.

I came out and told Myke about my find and then we went to have our lunch; Spud-U-Like.

We did some more looking around and shopping before heading on over to something I’d been looking forward to seeing for a long, long time. And MY GOD, what a disappointment.
We thought it would be a bunch of tunnels and, oh I don’t know, DUNGEONS and that we’d get to look around quietly. Maybe there would be a few fake skellingtons hanging around and some “scary” noises.
What we got were some very-difficult-to-understand-Scottish-people doing amateur dramatics.
We entered and the first event was the whole group had to sit down on some pews while someone dressed like a judge told us off for being witches (the females) and cross-dressing (the males). And it just went downhill from there, really. The worst bit for me was when a MAN, wearing a CAPE and loads of MAKEUP and with TERRIBLE acting skills called ME “a little freak”. I laughed.
Anyway, unless you actually enjoy men in makeup and God-awful acting, then I’d recommend you don’t bother going to see the Edinburgh Dungeons. It costs £15 per person to get in and Myke and I spent the whole time thinking “Can we leave now??”.

After that little disappointment, we looked around the City Centre some more (I saw a The Gap, a Harvey Nichols AND a Louis Vuitton!), and I had my first ever Starbucks (tall, coffee-based caramel frappuccino with whipped cream – I’m now addicted) before heading back to the Inn.
We bought some fish and chips for our dinner and ate them overlooking the beach where the bones of suicide victims get washed up, which was nice. Then we headed back to Myke’s nan’s flat.

We had to leave the next day, so the rest of our trip was spent packing and sleeping and travelling.

We got back to Plymouth and I texted my mum to let her know that I was around Myke’s having my dinner and I got a text back saying that my brother’s on his way to the hospital. And you know the rest of that story already.

The day after I got back to Plymouth, my sister dragged me into town to give me my early birthday present; I was taken to The Living Art (a tattoo-shop) and was told that I will be having my first tattoo and that she was paying!
I decided that I wanted a three-leaf clover on the inside of my left wrist and it was done!

(I love it! I really liked it when I got it done but I love it more and more each day!)
After the tattooist had finished, my wrist got bandaged up and I was sent on my way.

I got home and got ready for my Line Manager’s Hen Party before meeting up with everyone at the Wetherspoon on the Barbican. I had a few drinks before going home again (wasn’t really in the mood because I felt guilty going out when my poor brother was in the hospital. Plus, I probably shouldn’t have been drinking a couple of hours after getting a tattoo…).

I think I’ll carry this on to another entry, as this one is over 1000 words long already.

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Tags: Alcohol, Body Modification, Family, Myke, Pain, Photographs