realized that it was not nearly as bad as my mind had told me it was.
that aside, i was still in shock so i laid down in bed with an ice-pack on my face, alone with my thoughts.
my mind was saying "you're going to have a bruised face and look awful", "you won't be able to do the things you had planned tomorrow", "this is a disaster", "i'm going to look terrible for weeks", "what if i do have to go to hospital at this time of night?"
thinking like this is enough to give you a panic attack.
but instead of freaking out in response to these thoughts that my mind 