We all have days that change our lives forever; sometimes we know they are coming and can plan for them, and other times, they occur so suddenly that we don't know what hit us.
Five years ago today, I climbed out of bed to confront a day that, unbeknownst to me, would forever change my life.
Exactly five years ago, on December 6, 2007, I fell. I fall a lot, and it's usually not such a big deal...I stand up, brush myself off, and assure the concerned bystanders that "I'm okay!" But this time, I couldn't get up.
The day started out like any other, normal enough. My mom dropped me off at school and as she said goodbye, she reminded me that the two of us were going to head to the gym after school to work out.We never made it there.
When I got to class, I realized I couldn't find my library book. I told myself that it was okay, I'd just look for it when I got home. But I didn't go home that day.
Besides for that, my morning was going pretty smoothly. Science class had just ended, and I scooped up my binders and waved to my friend.
"I'll see you at lunch in a minute!" I said to her. But I never made it to the cafeteria.
As I was walking out of the classroom and making my way over to lunch, I slipped. I fell almost in slow-motion. . .as I went down, I remember grabbing desperately for the water fountain that was right next to me, but I couldn't grasp it quickly enough and I kept falling. I fell so slowly, in fact, that I remember making a conscious decision to avoid taking the impact on my elbows because I hate, hate, hate scraping my elbows (something I had too much experience with throughout elementary school). So I landed on my left side, meaning that my leg crashed into the cement floor, taking almost the entire force of the fall.
I sat there in a heap, and one of my friends rushed over and asked if I was okay. I think I said yes, reflexively, but I wasn't okay. Somehow the nurse had realized what had happened - probably someone had called her, I don't know - and she rushed over. I tried to stand up but my leg collapsed under me. It didn't hurt, but it felt strange and wobbly when I tried to put weight on it.
The nurse brought over a wheelchair and I felt hot tears begin to course down my face as I pleaded with her. I didn't want to sit in the wheelchair. I just wanted her to help me to try and stand up again so I could head to lunch, where I knew my friends were probably wondering why I hadn't arrived yet.
Eventually I conceded, and with my friend by my side (the friend who had witnessed the accident), I went to the nurse's office. She gave me an ice pack and told me to try to eat some of my lunch, but I wasn't hungry. I remember trying to force myself to eat a Pringle, but I just couldn't. And looking back on that day, as I'll explain later, it's a good thing that I didn't eat my lunch!
Part 2 will come soon! It's a long story though, so I think I need to split it up into multiple posts.
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