The ride to the emergency room was calm and boring, I just sat there anticipating how bad it was, hoping it would not be too bad. We finally got to the emergency room, the ride felt like forever. Rapidly, we entered the building, the doctors took me back to the room, and he laid me on a bed. The doctor came into the room and saw a bloody hole in my foot, as he stayed calm, he checked the deep cut. He found that one tendon was torn, which is a good thing, there could have been more torn tendons and muscles.
I hit eh tree at a slight angle which prevented my head from making contact with the tree, but meant that the entirety of the force was put on my inner left thigh. In the blink of an eye, I was on my back, in pain, and wanting to see my mom. Turns out she wanted to see me too. She fully ran down the side of the iced over hill in order to get to me without falling while my dad crept down the side. After making sure that I did not hit my head, They put me on a sled and carried me back to the
and I had to go on the tumble track. I ran across it and did a front flip off the end of it and when I landed I ended up breaking my arm. When I looked down at it I couldn't believe it, it felt like I was dreaming. I remember I screamed, not because it hurt but because of the way it looked. Everyone in the room was staring at me wondering what happened.
I was told my mother was on her way and would meet me there. The two words, "Emergency Room" made me think football might be over, When we finally arrived at the hospital; the paramedics took me to an empty bed where my Mom was already waiting. I have never like hospitals, everyone always sounds like they are going to die and the constant long drawn out beeps from the heart monitors always going off. The smell in the hospital didn’t help either. The nurse came in with a needle that in my memory looked long enough to go through my arm. "
When we got to the hospital, I walked through the emergency room, but the surgical waiting room was closed. My mom and I were confused because I was my doctor 's first patient. When they opened the door the receptionist quickly gave me the paperwork and I started to fill them out. I freak out while I was filling out the papers because they had written out that I tore my right ACL when I tore my left ACL. I went to the counter and told the receptionist “ Excuse me ma 'am, the information on the forms are wrong.”
I don’t remember exactly how it felt when it first happened, but I do remember that right when I hit the solid concrete floor, I knew what had happened. Never again was I going to mess around with one of those skateboards, especially since I didn’t know exactly what I was doing. My head was spinning with confusion. I tried to stand up, except I fell right back down in even more pain. Everybody at camp was looking at me as I was crying, holding onto my leg as tight as I could.
but then after awhile I forgot what I was doing and how I was doing it and so then after a little pause I jumped off the arm of the chair instead of sliding off and then I hit my two front teeth on my petite pink play kitchen ,and apparently that was enough force to cause my teeth to fall out. After that I started throwing up stuff that looked like chewed spaghettiOs. The worst part was I stained my white polka-dotted dress. Ok maybe it wasn’t the worst part.
I sat up and was wondering why there was so much pain in my left ankle until I looked at it. When I saw how twisted my ankle was I yelled in pain and called to the closest person to me. He quickly yelled for everyone to stop and they all gathered around me. They carried me to the truck and drove me back to his parents house. From there we went to the closest hospital to get my ankle checked up.
We arrive at the Willamette River. The boats in the water and we have a difficult time trying to start it you can smell the very strong fumes from the exhaust of the boat as it's trying to start .We get the boat started and off we go for a little ride, it was time to go wakeboarding so I strapped on my boots and jumped in the water. The water was a little choppy so it would be difficult to ride it was around 11 am and the water was still a little cold and made me shiver. I was waiting in the water for a few minutes while they were getting the wake rope attached to the boat.
Kaden ended up coming out with not even a mark on him and was safe in the waiting room with other family members who had arrived. My dad also came out okay physically, but was emotionally damaged. Eventually the doctor came out to talk to my mom. He explained to my mom that I had a contusion behind my eye, my skull had a hairline fracture, and my brain was swelling. Upon hearing this news my mom fell to the floor crying.
The nurse drew up the medication and gave me an injection. I over heard her talking to another nurse saying I almost gave her too much medication. That could have been my last visit to the emergency room but I guess the Lord saw fit to keep me here.