A Thousand Years.

Man, time gets away from me like no other. If you follow me and actually pay attention and read my posts, I'm sorry!

Well in the mean time that I haven't blogged, I ended up in the hospital for a day. I was at my volleyball tournament, and got this sudden sharp pain in the right side of my lower back, causing it to be difficult for me to breathe. I waited for the game to get over, not wanting to cause a scene, and told my coach. We walked to our locker room, she called my father and asked what he wanted me to do, we were in Noble, which is an hour and five minutes away from where my father was. They decided that the bus would take me to the nearest hospital which was in Flora, twenty minutes from Noble and forty eight minutes from my home.

With me in tears, my coach terrified, and all my team mates worried, we loaded onto the bus. I preceded to lie down with friends holding my feet, giving me water and Kleenex's for the next twenty minutes. I'm pretty sure that I dozed off, cause I woke up to my coach rubbing my hair which she wasn't doing when I was awake. The bus pulled up to Clay County Hospital, and I realized that my mom works here, but I didn't know if she worked today. I walked in with my coach, and my mom came out of the emergency room and sat with me, talking to my coach. Mom said that she had it from there, and my coach went off to the bus. Soon after I saw my dad wonder in, and they talked and decided that Clay County had too many people waiting so they took me to Salem, 30 minutes away.

We got there and instantly got a room with no wait. My dad works there, so all the nurses just joked around for a while, when I was in obvious pain. She weighed me took temp. did the normal, and then a different nurse came in and mixed up an awful drink that I had to drink in order to get my cat scan, not fun. When we got back to our room my normal nurse, Jaime came in ready to draw blood and start my I.V. I cried like a baby, I hate needles. I don't remember much but the pain, and holding my dads hand crying "No, I don't want to do this!"

By that time, I had 2 vicodin in me, and was getting pretty loopy. I had decided that I needed to use the restroom, Mom helped me out of bed, and into the rest room where I laughed for at least five minutes, cause "I couldn't feel my legs." So we walked back to the room, hand in hand, afraid that I was going to fall cause I all the sudden forgot how to walk. They hooked the I.V. into a pump and was giving me antibiotics. I don't remember anything else from that night other than what my mom and dad and Jaime told me. I have no idea where my hospital band went either. I guess I kept asking my mom for kisses, and asking her how to spell things... That's what drugs do to you, kids.

After being in the hospital for seven hours we left  not knowing what is causing the pain, and with a lot of medicine. The pain has gone away, and I pray that it never returns.