"¿Que te pasa, mae?!"

I wasn`t going to post about this, because I wasn`t going to tell my parents about it, but I did, so here it is.
I bet you were waiting to here about when I would need stitches in Nicaragua (for those of you that know what happened in Costa Rica). I didn NOT get stitches, but I would say this injury has just as exciting a story.
On Saturday, December 5, at 1:40 pm, I was walking to a university in Jinotepe (which is the capital of Carazo) to observe a class, and as I was stepping of the curb, while at the same time texting, while at the same time looking both ways for cars, I didn`t see the giant hole in the ground that my foot was going into. So in Nicaragua, there are all these holes in the ground, like manholes, but people steal the lids because they`re made of iron and I guess they can make money off of them somehow. Anyway I fell, and scratched my thigh pretty bad, hit my elbow, and my head. Luckily it wasn`t my actual HEAD, more like my cheekbone and right part of my brow bone, but I was dizzy and my vision was a little wack for a good 15 minutes. I may have lost consciousness for an instant on impact, but I guess we will never know. About 6 strangers surrounded me and helped me sit up on the curb and started bombarding me with questions about if there was someone I could call and stuff, and I didn`t have any cell phone minutes to call a non Peace Corps phone (because we have special chips so we can talk to each other unlimitedly), so I couldn`t call my host mom, but I called the Peace Corps doctor...then some guy said he could help me into a cab and take me to the nearby hospital, and I`m hesitating about getting into a car with a strange man but I knew that I had no idea what else to do, so I went, and by the time we got there I felt fine. I was still in shock and scared for a while, slightly sobbing while talking to the doctor/nurse, and they wanted to give me a painkiller injection but the PC doc said no, so I said no, and just got some IBU profin. And basically I was just told that if I started feeling nauseous or vomiting, lost consciousness or got dizzy or confused or had really bad headaches, I would need to come back. None of that happened, but I ended up going to the PC doc on Monday just to be sure. Im still just bruised everywhere, my cheekbone still hurts, but I`m fine.
1) While I was sitting outside of the hospital in Jinotepe, waiting to be seen, and was scared, the first person I wanted to talk to was a friend from Niquinohomo, who I texted and asked to call me because I didn`t have any minutes, and who did, and then asked if they should come visit and I said no but they showed up at my front door anyways.
2) Later that night I went to hang out with my counterpart and told her and her family the story and went with her to her nephew`s graduation party where she may have starting making confessions about her more wild teenage days.
3) I came home and changed for bed and was about to hit the sack when my neices came over and my mom pulled out the Christmas decorations and I started to help put up Christmas decorations and Mayerli insisted that a Santa Claus go on my bedroom door.
4) Yesterday, there was a Catholic celebration called la Purisima, which basically celebrates the Virgin Mary, and there are a bunch of fireworks at 6 pm, then people go to houses where people have altars set up, and sing songs, and get something (like trick-or-treating) and my 13 year old neighbor offered to take me with her to check it out because I had been talking about how I`d never seen it before.