New Room; New Story

So the next part of my story is not as in-line as the beginning. SO much happened that I remember so from here on out, my posts are strictly stories and turning points in my recovery. Today I think I'll start with my first day in my new hospital room! It was about 100X nicer than the ICU room. There was green walls, LOADS of space, and gorgeous windows. The bed was perfect too. Of course it was close to impossible to get comfortable but that bed moved so many ways that 2 times out of 10 I could rest. The first day there I had to put on my back brace (apparently i was fitted for it in the ICU...) which I was ordered to wear for 6 months. In order to put this giant piece of plastic over my entire upper body I had to roll onto my sides and get Velcroed in. Now, I'm sure that task doesn't sound too painful, but with 12 broken ribs, a chest tube, and a broken back, I don't think I have felt more pain in my life. And because of the nerve damage done to my right arm, If any one as much as blew on it pain shot through my arm like a bullet (leading to some pleasant screams). Once that bad boy was firmly suctioned to my body I was allowed to rest for the night. I was so pumped full of drugs that the only thing I remember from the rest of that night was waking up in 4 hour intervals to take even MORE pain killers (I had to take them with vanilla pudding because I couldn't swallow them...eww). LIGHTS OUT!

Dark Walls

I woke up drugged out of my mind. The room was dark. Cords were coiled every which way from my veins, and I had no sense of reality. I remember brief moments from the ICU room, and surprisingly, they all bring a smile to my face...

 

Memory 1: I woke up and the first face I remember was Madison Bracken's. She is as awkward as they came but man do I love her to pieces. She waltzed right into the room with that "Shit, what do I do" smile painted on her face and at that moment, I managed the first real smile since I flew from the car. She was only there briefly but I remember making her call Brian Flick (an acquaintance who called during the MRIs). She was hesitant because I wasn't supposed to see light (but I got my way as usual)

Memory 2: I WAS GIVEN DALLOTTED!!! Which, if you don't know, is the drug of all drugs. I was given a button to push whenever I felt the need for more pain killers. However, at the time I couldn't quite grasp this concept so I spent a lot of time aimlessly pressing the button until I heard the reassuring "beep" telling me the drug was released into my veins.

Memory 3: It was time for the staples. Oh boy. Wearing only a hospital-issued night gown, I was turned onto my side so the doctor could staple up my head and stitch my under arm. My dad was there the whole time holding my hand which made the experience as good as it could possibly get. With all that dallotted in my system, the 16 staples punched into my skull felt like subtle nudges against my skull and the 5 stitches were mere pinches. As they were finishing up my head my dad asked how I was doing, and I said, word for you, "Great! I got 16 staples and I'm not even crying. I'm tougher than you dad and I didn't even play hockey" (Because my dad played and always talks about all of his stitches). Once the incisions were closed shut with string and scabs, I realized my bare ass was hanging out the whole time. Now bare with me, the next part of this memory isn't exactly the most proud, but it does provide a little comic relief for lack of a better word. The conversation with my doctor went as follows:
Me: "Is my butt hanging out"
Doc: "Yes..."
Me: "You could at least buy me dinner before staring at my ass!"
Heh, told ya it was inappropriate.

Memory 4: Emily, who broke her femur and back was in the ICU room right next door. Needless to say, we were the nurse-techs FAVORITE patients. Despite the uncanny circumstances, Emily and I managed to keep the whole staff laughing. So, this memory involves Emily and I talking on the phone separated by only the wall making snarky comments about one of the male nurse techs (who was as cute as could be) when he was sitting right there. One time in particular, we prank called him (even though it was obviously us becuase I handed him the phone and told him to answer it) . I cant remember exactly how the conversation went but that was the first time I laughed since the accident.

Turn of Events

Well, it has been more than a while since I've updated. Lemme tell ya, I have a lot to fill you in on! The reason I have not been keeping up with my blog was because of a serious accident. As you know from previous posts, my "friends" were sucking pretty hard core, and in an attempt to work things out they had invited me to ride with them to the Girls' State Semi Finals in East Lansing. Of course, I agreed. Dani was the driver, Hannah sat shot gun, and Brittney Emily and I filled up the back seat. On Our way there we got decked out in blue and gold apparel and were singing to every song Hannah put on the stereo. Dani's mom then called to make sure we were safe. As Dani went to hang up the phone she thought the car in front of her stopped so she slammed on her brakes. Going 90 MPH at the time, we began to fishtail and hit the rumble strips, Dani over compensated and we were sent flying. Her Honda CRV bounced off the beginning of a guard rail and we flipped four times before landing on the opposite side of the highway. I hit my head on the window, blacked out, and flew out of the car door on the second flip. I gained consciousness and realized the right half of my body was stuck in the guard rail. Thank God that there was a paramedic driving behind us because I lay there with one lung collapsed unsure if the rest of my life was gonna be spent on this earth. Before I knew it the ambulance arrived and  I was rolled onto a stretcher. I woke up in the ICU in Helen Devos hospital where i learned of all of my injuries. They are as follows:
1. Broke 3 vertebrate
2. Broke collar bone
3. Broke clavicle
4. All 12 right ribs
5. Lacerated liver
6. Lacerated right lung
7. Pulled my brachial plexus
8. Five stitches on my back
9. 16 Staples on the back of my head
10. Sprained left ankle

#SingleGirlProblems

Honestly, I just want a boy. Like why can't someone sweep me off my feet and cuddle with me for hours on end. But no, I have to suck and be more of a boy than most of the boys. I have standards, but lets be honest, they're not unrealistic. The criteria is as follows:

1) Good looking

2) NOT scrawny

3) Funny

4) Can take my shit

5) Give me shit back

6) Like cuddling more than sex...(That may be a little unrealistic)

7) Treat me with respect

See!  Not even that bad. I'm just entering a new low. I have needs, and no one is satisfying them. As much as I love cuddling my body-pillow, I'm ready to step up in the world. I'm sending out an SOS.

Austin Foster

I have been holding this off since October. Austin was my boyfriend/best friend/everything for two years. He did everything for me and was beyond the perfect boy friend. He was, and still is, sooo sexy. We were inseparable. However, it did have it's down sides-I lost many of my friends and if i wasn't hanging out with him he would get mad and wouldn't trust me. That was when I had to call it quits. It broke my heart to tell him I couldn't date him anymore and it seemed he was pretty hurt too. We decided that we still liked each other It just didn't want all the obligations of dating. We still told each other we loved each other, because we did. Up until the next week when he decided to have sex with a girl who is better known for the things that she does on the mattress. That was when I really hit rock bottom. I had no one. No friends, no boy friend, and my sister was gone to college. He was the person I would go to when things went wrong. He knew everything about me. Too bad sex was worth losing it all. Now it is beyond weird, I can barely look at him without wanting to cry and hug him. When he asks me how I'm doing I just want to say "The way I was when you did that to me, hurt". But I cant. I just wish he knew how much I suffered and I wish that I could say I don't have feelings for him anymore-but that would be a lie. At the end of the day he screwed me over and that is something that cant be undone.

Whatta Weekend

Sorry for the long stretch of no posts. It would be an understatement if I said my life has been a bit on the crazy side. The week of school was typical-homework, work, studying, being awesome. On Thursday I bought P90X2! Imma get real fine fo da summa.(I know you cant wait for the before and after pics) Ha, wow. I kinda hate myself for writing that. Anyway, when I got back from meeting the creepy guy I bought it from on craigslist, my dad informed me that my sister had an abscess in her throat. It was really close to her brain so if it popped by itself then she could have brain damage. Once I heard that I immediately started to cry. My dad and I thought that it was vital to drive to Ann Arbor that night. We got there at about 9 and didn't leave til about midnight. Abby got the abscess drained but there was nothing in it so they have no idea what it is. She is on antibiotic though to hopefully clear it up. But...she got to come home with us that night!...(Got home at about 3!) Friday was long to say the least. Saturday rolled around and I went to Wild Chef with the group. It was super fun. Then we went downtown so the boys could smoke cigars...they think they're really cool even thought it smells like ass. Ian was there. I was a huge bitch to him but he insisted on sitting on my lap and flirting with me. That brings me to prom. Ben asked me. He is NOT who I wanted to go with but he asked me in front of EVERYONE so what the hell was I supposed to say? Ughh, Damn it all. Oh well, at least he likes me for who I am, not for my whole...hehe. Happy Monday!

Ain't No Thang

Good morninggg! It's weird that I'm in such a good mood for a Tuesday morning eh? I guess it is very safe to say that not having to worry about Ian is an enormous weight off of my shoulders. School has been overwhelmingly well too. Man, life is good. I have to work tonight which is lame sauce since my mom and step dad get back from Colorado. Them being gone for a week made me realize that I'm not ready to grow up. I love being a teenager! (Despite the little respect I often receive). I finally got rid of all the "party" evidence last night, washed all the sheets, and cleaned the house. So, today is the moment of truth. In all actuality, it wasn't a party at all, so I have nothing to worry about. Last night Grace came over to stay with me but I think she left to go hang out with her boy friend in the middle of the night...sneaky sneaky (she wasn't there when I woke up either...Hmmm. Regardless, have a great Tuesday :)