trauma.

today, my dad and i took caleigh to six flags. we had just gotten in the park and already conquered the enchanted teacup ride, and HOUDINI'S GREAT ESCAPE! we saw the signs for Superman, and decided to have a go. when we walk all the way to the end of the line, it turns out there's a 90 minute wait. but caleigh said she wanted to go for it. so we stand there. apparently the temperatures got up in the 90's today, and it was all up on's while we were standing there. i was starting to feel a little woozy, but i figured it was because i didn't get enough sleep, or i needed to hydrate or something. i was joking with my dad that i felt like i was going to pass out. so we keep going (now we're at the 60 min wait mark) and i'm feeling all out dizzy now. the world spins when i move five centimeters. so i'm trying to rest my head, or lean over. or you know, try to get my footing back again. we get up to the 30 min. wait mark, and nothing has gotten better. i tell my dad that i'm dizzy - this whole time, he's been telling me, "it's because of the teacups, it really messes you up"- i'm holding onto the fence, because i can't stand up by myself, and i close my eyes for a second. my head feel so tingly. like when you stand up to quickly. i'm spinning so fast. and -bam- the next thing i know, i "wake up" on the ground. some stranger is holding the back of my head. my sister has the park map over my face. and i'm shaking. they kept telling me not to move. not to get up. and i was so embarrassed, i kept trying to get up, and tell them i was okay. but they made me stay down. my head started throbbing. they poured water on it, but that made it worse, and they saw blood. security gets there, and walks me through the line of people towards the exit, and this old guy takes me and my sister (because she felt dizzy too, and sat down in the middle of the walkway) to the first-aid hut. there are all of these cots and my sister and i picked two and laid down. they drew the curtains around us. the only think i could think of was, holy crap. i ruined the day, it was supposed to be special, they're going to hate me, what if the cut on my head is really serious and i need stitches. what if they need to shave a part of my head. if we leave now, will they let us come back another day for free.... all this stuff. so the nurse comes over and looks at my head, she says there's a lot of blood but the actual cut isn't too bad. and so we stay for a little bit... it didn't hurt too bad or anything but for some reason i couldn't stop crying. like the whole experience just made me go into panic mode or something... (that's right. i'm a crybaby... maybe even a sissy...) so we leave, end up staying the rest of the day, and that's that.

first time this has ever happened to me... and it was weird. but when we got home, it turns out that the cut the nurse saw, wasn't the one that was doing the leaking. there are a few back there, and if i had gone to the E.R. they probably would have given me a stitch or two. but since now it's my call, i'm not going... i'll be fine. it's just a little swollen.

so i've washed all the blood out of my hair, hopefully... and looks like i'm headed to work tomorrow. C: