Bad, bad, bad timing? Definitely.

Dear all,

I've had the worst week, ever. I've been really sick for days now. And even after medications, i'm not feeling any better.

I had to work on Saturday and after work, i decided to go have dinner with the boyfriend. And then, the next problem came along. When we reached the restaurant, i realised my phone wasn't with me. I'm a born klutz. And so, i thought i misplaced it somewhere in the car. But when i went looking for it, my phone was nowhere to be found. -_______- After about almost an hour of being in denial, i finally told myself that i had lost my dear dear phone. SIGH. I am 'phone-less' now. -_______-

On EARLY Sunday morning, i hear the WORST news ever .

Dad got into an accident.

My mum tried calling me but being moronic as i am, i lost my effin' phone and forgot to inform my family about it. (I was SCREAMED at for this. I deserve it.) Apparently, it was ringing but there was no answer. So, my mum called the boyfriend and he came rushing with the bad news. I was shaking with fear. I couldn't stop crying when i saw my father. He had a head injury. The blood just wouldn't stop. It was horrible.

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The whole day was filled with us going back and forth to the emergency room and the police station. My dad got away with seven stitches to the head and other minor (Thank you, GOD) injuries. I couldn't fall asleep the whole night. The images of the car and my dad's head wound kept flashing in my head.