8 years..

8 years ago today I was involved in an accident. 

I was riding on a mo-ped with my friend. 

I had just picked her up from her piano lesson and we were on a nice ride. 

We were going to visit Devin and Cody.

They got on their bikes and the race was on.

Kelsie needed something so I reached up around her to drive.

Kelsie's finger got pinched.

I let go and grabbed on to her waist.

Next thing I know I'm standing up not knowing where I was, what had happened, etc. 

I was so confused.

Kelsie landed on her piano books.

I landed on the concrete.

My head hurt.

I started to cry.

We decided to go back to Kelsie's house.

She wanted to ride back on the scooter, but I wouldn't get back on.

We got back to her house and I called my mom.

Right when I hung up, I asked if I could call my mom.

I couldn't remember anything.

My mom picked me up and I told her what happened. 

When we got home I started throwing up.

What I thought was minutes, but actually hours, went by of me throwing up.

I went to the insta-care.

The doctor started asking me questions.

I hesitated on an answer so that I wouldn't have to go to school the next day.

He said he thought I only had a concussion & I should be okay, but just to be safe, I should go get a cat-scan.

I got a cat-scan.

Next thing I know, we're in a room with a doctor and he is trying to tell me that I have a blood clot that is pushing against my brain. I need to have surgery. Tonight.

I was so scared.

My parents called all my family.

My uncle was on his way to be my anesthesiologist. 

My uncle felt it best to call in another surgeon.

I was trying to be so brave. 

I wanted to prove to my mom that I wouldn't cry.

I didn't cry when I got my iv.

My dad and uncle gave me a priesthood blessing.

The nurse told me they wouldn't only shave a tiny part of my head. 

Next thing I know I'm wheeled into the operating room at 11 p.m.

My uncle was sitting next to me.

He gave me my medicine and told me to count to 10.

I was scared I wasn't going to fall asleep.

I don't really remember what came next.

My parents told me I came out of surgery at 1 a.m. 

I remember people visiting me in the hospital.

I remember being so mad that the nurse lied. The doctors had parted my hair straight down the middle and shaved.

I remember the nurses checking on me once an hour every hour.

I remember going home.

I remember my dad shaving the other half of my hair off.

I remember getting my 27 staples out.

That hurt SOOOO bad.

I'm lucky to be alive. 

The doctor said if I hadn't had the surgery that night, I would've gone into a coma and never would have woken up.

I'm so thankful to be alive.