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Friday, June 30, 2006

Fun day!

Woohoo! Thursday at about 11:00 AM I ran out to muck the horses' stall before lunch with some of Mum and Dad's friends...That failed. ;P I was walking around behind Flash, who was eating grain, and patted his butt. Apparently I scared him 'cause he jumped, then kicked me, right under my right rib cage. FUN. I've never felt pain like that before. For the first minute I just knew I couldn't bear it, knew I would go unconscious. Finally I rasped out "God, help me!" and felt a bit better. I laid out in the stall for about five minutes (examining the rafters. Whoever built them did a fairly good job, really. They might have used a better-quality wood, though.) before getting up the energy to get the mucking rake out, latch the gate, grab the dog, and walk back inside. Climbing the steps was fun. I collapsed in the laundry room and screamed for Mum. Of course my compassionate, caring brother ambles in after about a minute going "What?" "Get Mom!" "Why?" "GET MOM!" "She's in the shower. What do you need?" "JUST GET HER!" "Why?" I wanted to punch him when Mum runs up in in a towel, dripping wet. I explain as calmly as I can, then walk (limp) into the bedroom and lay down. Of course me, being the weird person I am, ask for clean clothes. Mum starts to laugh but gets me some. She called the doctor and they suggest taking me to the ER, which she did (after I changed). I get right in, they put me in a room for a while, then say I might need surgery, but they don't have any pediatric surgeons there. So they transfer me to Baptist Hospital, blah blah, I spend a couple hours in an ER room there, get a CAT scan, x-rays, etc, get transferred to the children's' ward, get visitors, go to sleep, get woken up at 12, 4, 6, and 8 AM, get more visitors and numerous phone calls....crazy day. But here I am, bearing handfuls of gift bags and cards.

We counted up 29 different visitors in those 2 days. I love my church. x3

Right-oh then. Needless to say I'm not running camera in Elevate, but I said I would run Media Shout (a nice, easy, sit-down job which I rather enjoy).

I did have some pretty cute resident doctors though. One looked like a young Keanu Reeves (Neo in the Matrix), one like Chris Martin (Coldplay's singer/guitarist/pianist), and the others just cute. My nurses were nice too.

I'm tired and it hurts to type. Peace.

<3-madd