A Total Wreck.

Hey guys! Guess who wrecked her truck.
Go on...
Ding* Ding*

That's right. This girl right here. I did a good job, too.



I did this with the right side of my face.

 

The Afternoon after. Like I said, I hit my face.





Up under my driver's side.



A week out. Still not feeling so good.



So... I'm two weeks out, and come to find out, I hit my head pretty hard. We found out that I had a stage 3 concussion. I was put on "Brain Rest." Basically, it's like when you injur any other part of your body. If you break your arm, you rest it. When you hit your head real good, you rest it. which means...

• No Tv.
• No music.
• No phone.
• No texting.
• No computer.
• No driving.
• No school.
• No work.
• No physical activity.
• No reading.
• No church.
• No hard conversation, or thinking. (I can't ponder the meaning of life.)

Basically, I couldn't do anything that would make my brain work too hard. Funny thought right? Go ahead. I know you're thinking it. I thought it, too. (Isn't that sad?)

I was a mess. Totally a wreck. (Ha.) I was irritable, moody, grouchy, mean, hungrry all the time, sleepy, and bored out of my wits. Day one was a Tuesday, so it wasn't bad. Tyler was here most of the day. But Wednesday, when he and mummy were at work, I nearly went stark-raving mad. It was awful. I was awful.

But! I'm good now. I've still got to watch what I do.

However, I've been told that I have to have my toncils taken out. on March 19th. Then I'll leave for Lexington (Ty's sister, Sarah, has a dance competition) on the 23rd. It's gonna be a long trip, full of Frosties and Loratab. Sounds like a fun time to me. Yeah... Right.