Damage Report

IF anyone was wondering, this is why I am absent.

I was minding my own buisness, doing a sit spin, a simple move. It was all going great, but my pick caught the ice. Since my leg was curved around, when the pick went in, and the back of the blade came up, my thigh was in the way. At first I thought it was just a bruise, because there was no sharp pain, only a dull ache. I tried to stand, but found I couldn't. My coach rushed over, wondering why I couldn't get up. She then took one look at my leg and said (and I quote) "Oh my GOD!" I glanced down, saw blood streaming down my tights, and started to panic. She helped me to the side, and I was rushed to Urgent Care. Five stitches later, this is the over all damage report.

The blade gouged a hole in my leg

It sliced a few nerves and a muscle, the main reason for my absence.

It came within centimetres of my artery, and I am VERY VERY VERY lucky it didn't go deeper. If it had, I'd be dead.

Since it caught the muscle, I can barely walk, my leg is extreamly sore, and since it got the nerves, that area of my leg is numb. I am not allowed to skate or participate in gym for 10 days, when I get the stitches out. 

So in all, I am in massive pain, it feels like some little elves got in my leg and are bouncing around on trampolines. I have a huge bandage wrapped tightly around my thigh. So that is roughly why I am not at school. The other reason is if I went to school and had to walk around, the stitches would pop. It took 10 min. to walk from my room to the computer... Damn it, the worst of my problems before I got on that ice were that Christini was being bullied...now I have a hole in my leg... Bleh. At least I can spell stitch now, one of our spelling words. Oh! My mom asked Matt to tell you peeps what happened, and he goes "You want me to go up to the big kids?!?!?" And I burst out laughing.  Cause he had no problem punching me in the leg when I got home. Or bad mouthing Bre when she's here. But he's afraid to go up to the gade eights in their natrual enviroment... He glared at me when I laughed, and mom explained how I was a big kid, and he had no probs with me, but he said "But...those are REAL grade 8's!!!" It was funny. I called my Aunt, and she wanted to know if I made a gory mess on the ice. I never saw though, so I have no idea.  Anywho, Imma post this and do something else, cause the elves have switched to sword fighting, and they miss A LOT... Ow.... Call meh when you rread this.