I am lucky as f*@& to be in one piece right now.

Hey, so remember how I wrote that fictional story about the chick that blacks out? Yeah, um. So I wasn't in a church. And as it was approximately 2:10am, there was no one there to catch me, either.

I had a sore throat yesterday, so I didn't eat much of anything. Plus I had a bunch of running around to do. Before bed, not thinking that I hadn't eaten anything, I took a shot of Nyquil.

I woke up a little after two and my throat was burning, so I went to the bathroom to gargle. But I felt... something. So stopped and turned around to get back to bed before something happened. I didn't make it.

Which was a shock to me when I came to about 10 minutes later. With my mouth pouring blood all over the floor in the hallway. I had no idea where where I was. Then I realized I was lying on the floor in the hallway. The blood was warm and still flowing. I hadn't made it back to the bed.

My next thought was "Oh crap, if my mother wakes up and sees me on the floor outside the bathroom in a pool of blood, she's going to have a heart attack.".

I got up and grabbed a bath towel to wipe the blood. When I fell, I must have hit my face and mouth on the wooden banister of the stairs. I bit the inside of my upper lip really hard or the wood gashed it. I actually had a splinter and there was some flesh... um... I'll spare you the details. I had fallen on the right side of my body and the right side of my face took a hit as well.

But I'm lucky. I didn't fall down the steps or over the banister. All my teeth are intact. And the bite in my lip is in such a place that it will heal well and rather inconspicuously. All I've got is a swollen lip, a little scratch that didn't break the skin, and a sore cheek and shoulder. On the plus side, I woke up before I could have killed either of my parents with terror. Holy hell. The mouth bleeds a lot. It's a good thing I'm not afraid of blood.