[12:06:34 PM] Qraven: Here's what happened yesterday
[12:06:35 PM] Qraven: So how's summer... Hmm, this is embarrassing but it's for telling for the Lols.
We went to a pretty nice lake today, I'd say around 15-20 meters deep. In the middle of the lake there's a dock, not a very big dock but a dock none the less. I'm normally a pretty good swimmer but just before getting into the water a wasp got stuck between my flip-flop strap and my foot and stung me 3-4 times. To get to the dock it's about a 100 meter swim but towards the middle of the strech the stings in the foot started to kill me, then I heard my dad yell to my little brothers - though I thought he was talking to me - "Turn back!" and then, like the dumb person that I am: I stopped. With that, all the strenght I had left over vanished and I could feel myself sinking, but I still tried and successfully reached the dock and my dad pulled me up after a few attempts of me being stubborn and not listening. Realizing I was having a panic attack, my dad got me to breath slowly to calm my heart, it worked a bit and I just wanted to lie there all day but no one was watching my little bros and my dad had to return to them. However, because I didn't want to go back alone and he knew it was safer for me to go with him, he got me back into the water - even though my heart wasn't back to normal yet - and I swam on my back and he directed me. Reaching the beach a bunch of girls were laughing at me but I shouted that I hadn't seen any of them attempt to swim to the dock with or without a badly injured foot. I lay down painfully in the sand and started coughing which soon led to me throwing up my 10 pancakes and some of it actually came out my nose. Gross, I know, sorry. We returned home afterwards and I had a shower and then had a nap. I just woke up and I'm finding myself telling this story.
xD