Beached

I had gone way too long without a trip to the emergency room. Week before Fall semester started in September I was having a killer surf week. The first winter swells had hit northshore and I was right out there at sunset beach with 8footers and not to mention a shark. I would surf 2 or 3 times a day, untill the day before school started. I was out at Castles, this mellow spot down the road, with my roommate Betsy and our newest roomie Sadie who just landed in Hi 3 days earlier. Sadie wanted nothing more in the world than to surf in hawaii, so I had an extra fossil of a longboard that I let her take out with me and Betsy. Castles is a good beginner spot besides being pretty inconsistant. Thats why when a larger than usual wave formed right behind me, I wanted it, BAD. Too bad, because newbie Sadie was in front of me and flipped her board over for her own protection. I tried to sit back and hold off the force of the break but my 100lbs wasn't enought to stop my ride/crash. I landed on top of Sadie and smacked my head and somehow my leg.  The freak wave passed and I got right back on my board and looked for Sadie to see if she was ok. Although a bit shaken she was perfectly fine. Me, on the other hand, my leg hurt. A blunt force had hit my leg and I thought it was bruised. I told myself I would paddle in and rest a bit. "Hey I hurt my leg, I'm going to paddle in," I yelled to Betsy. I hadn't serveyed the damages yet, and Betsy looked over before I could and tried to not freak me by her calm panic. "We're going to the hospital now!" she yelled. I glanced back and saw blood and white oozing from my leg. I looked forward and insisted that i was fine. Betsy was not going to let that fly.

I paddled in, tried to stand up and fell. I finally looked and saw my muscle unfolding out of a deep laceration in my calf. OK HOSPITAL IT IS. Besty and Sadie assisted me to the car where I was going into shock as I layed in the back seat calling my friend at the time Dez. He didn't pick up. Besty took me to the nearby local (and I mean super local) hospital where I earned 9 staples crutches, and vicodin. 

Dez still didn't pick up his phone and by the time I was home and drugged, he had gotten off work and called me. (It didn't help that we had an ongoing prank war and the last joke I played on him was that I broke my leg skating, and he jumped in his car to come save me haha) He believed me finally when he showed up at my house and saw me on the couch. I'd never been so useless in my life. I begged him to take me to school the next day (the first day of Fall semester at BYUH) because he didn't think I should go, but I insisted. I popped two Vicodin painkillers before class, a theory class... great first impression as I dozed in and out consciousness and put my head down on the desk.

Well I still went to the beach on crutches, skated through the hallways at school, went to dance parties and manage to look super fly with one shoe. I have a gnarly scar to keep with me forever as well as soon to be husband who caught me when I was down and out. If it wasn't for my not so unfortunate accident I probably would have never let myself rely on him and give him a chance to show how much he cared for me. shout out to Love Languages... WE"RE GETTIN MARRIED