Well when my eye was kicked and I fell there was a lot of swelling, a lot of swelling, and nobody thought of putting ice on it because everyone was too much involved of the drama of me passing out I suppose and then there was this huge lump over my eye and we nicknamed it The Balcony. It was beautiful and was about 6 different colours as the swelling went down.
That hospital visit was the one my Mum shouted at me I was very accident prone and she was convinced Social Services would be on to her and think she was a bad mother because I had also fallen down a flight of stairs on swallowed a coin before that, I got bitten by the family terapins, and fell and hit the side of my other eye the year before on the end of my bed when my brother was chasing me and needed stitches.