The Concussion

A few people have asked how it happened, and I haven't had the time to respond, so I'll just let everyone know here.

Monday June 22nd, I had a 10-hour photo shoot for Carowinds. We started before the park opened, starting at Drop Zone. I wanted to die!!! I'm terrified of heights and, well, roller coasters in general, but I had to ride it 3 times in a row, and had to keep my eyes opened, hands up, and stay smiling...not cool! I was terrified the first time, 2nd time, I was more ready, 3rd time, I wanted to go home....haha!

Next we went to another ride, I don't remember the name, but we had to stand up, and it only went up-side-down twice, so it actually wasn't so bad. Until I'd been on it 7 times in a row.....on an empty stomach....i was ready to die. After the 6th time, I was trying to keep the water I'd been drinking in my stomach, but that last time, I was slumped against my harness after the ride ended trying not to black out...it was rough!

After we got off, we took a group picture, then went to the VIP room for salad and water...and air conditioning! I sat out the next ride, feeling so terrible, so I started getting my stuff together for my girls to talent scout. I was in charge of that for the day, so that gave me a little break before we went and took family shots of us playing games. I had to be in one for one or the stupidest games, it was sooo hard to pretend to be having fun with my "family" but I was so short, they were all towering over me as I threw the ball at the board hoping it'd fall into the bucket.

We then went back to the VIP for pizza and cookies (YUM!!) and took a break before doing the waterpark. They set up the shot, which took a while, so we chilled in the cabanas and had fun. I had to keep running off to check on my girls, and they were doing good. Jessica was so cute, I loved her :)

So the concussion.. We finally started shooting, and I wouldn't have bought that ugly new suit if I'd have known what other girls were going to wear! They said the bathing suits had to be modest, and no bathing suit looks modest on my body, so I stressed to fin this ugly thing that was a skirt bottom, no bikini! and a top that was halter, and long so it would cover the tattoos on my hip and back. I was so worried about the cleavage I'd be showing in it, where there were girls in the stringiest of string bikinis! UGH! Sorry, that was my rant, back on topic....

They were shooting some other models in the front of the wave pool, a mom, dad and kids, and the rest of us were a little ways background, where the water was about knee deap. We were supposed to be splashing and playing, and just having fun in the back of the shot. We were having a blast, and I was sitting in a inner tube, when another model came running at me, and he had been spinning people in them, so I assumed I was going to get spun, but was surprised when he grabbed the float and flipped me back. I hit the bottom of the pool first with the back of my head, then with the top of my back.

I don't know if I blacked out, but I remember trying to get up and I couldn't, so another friend helped me stand. At first I just stood there, holding my head, and just thought "Ow, I bumped my head, that hurt" but the photographer was still shooting, so I shook it off and kept going, then went to check on my girls.

We thought we were done, but they wanted to do 2 more rides quick, so I rode an easy one with a little boy, who was so cute, and then I skipped the last one, 'cause my head was really starting to bother me, It hurt, but it felt more like pressure all over, and pain on the spot where I hit. I felt so tired, but I figured it was just from the day's work. We finally got packed up and got in Christina's car to drive back to school where my car was. We were sorting out paperwork from my talent scouts and such, when I really started to feel woozy and tired, and my head hurt really bad. I told Christina, so we got going, so I could get home. I remember when we took the exit to get to school off 77, and I remember they said I looked really sad and they thought I was crying when I got to my car, but I really don't remember anything until Shayne got home and I was in the shower. I drove home, I just don't remember.

Shayne was concerned, but I told him I'd be fine, that I just didn't wanna cook dinner, I just wanted to lay down. So he went and got a pizza and was wonderful as always, taking care of me, and we went to bed.

The next morning I woke up and was ok at first, then I remember crying a lot and being really scared. I don't really remember calling work or my mom, but I remember crying to the urgent care lady on the phone, and I don't recall anything when it comes to calling Shayne. I don't remember him coming home, he said I was out of it, he carried me to the truck and took me to the emergency room. I remember a man in a red shirt taking us where we needed to go very quickly.

Then I just recall laying in the hospital bed, and talking to Shayne, and I was very tired.....oh, and I had to take charge when he was helping me put my hospital gown on, I remember that, and how Shayne told the nurse the wrong day for my birthday ("i had other things on my mind!!" haha). He was so there for me, I never have to doubt his love for me ever after that day in the ER.... He was doing anything and everything to keep me sane and to make me smile. He's so wonderfully amazing, I don't know what I'd do without him.

When we finally left, after a cat scan and 2 injections in the ass from that bitch nurse...gurr!!! We went to walgreens for my nausea and pain meds, and with my diagnosis of a mild concussion and a cervical strain, we went home, and Shayne didn't go back to work, there was only an hour left anyway, ha stayed home while I rested before he went to practice.

A week later, I went for a follow-up appointment, and was still having strong symptoms, so I was pulled out of work for 2 weeks, and no driving unless absolutely necessary, and I'm suppodes to be pretty much on bed rest. The doctor made me do some stupid human tricks with my eyes closed, and I failed badly enough to have him send me straight to another hospital for an MRI...I've had one before, they are annoying as FUCK! Lay there, don't move and hear machine guns go off all around you....just like being at home and trying to sleep through Call of Duty in my living room.

So, that's about it.... I'm just banned to bed, catching up on all of my seasons of Desperate Housewives, and Young and the Restless..... If I'm laying in bed, I'm ok, and feel lazy, so I get up and do something, then I feel like shit, so I have to lay down and take it easy for an hour.

Sunday, Shayne and I had "our Sunday" anyway this past Sunday, went to Fusion Bowl, had our usual waiter, and waited forever to order, convinced we were going to get something new, only to get the same things we always order. Then we bummed around Mooresville, and I FINALLY got my donuts!

See, anytime in my past I've been in the hospital, I don't know what it is, but I CRAVE Dunkin' Donuts, but they have to be the marble frosted ones, with the white frosting and the chocolate drizzle...no other kind will do! When I had knee surgery, mom got me home and in bed, and I went to sleep, and she ran out to get me a dozen, I woke up, ate 3 and passed back out. It's just something I have to have, don't ask me why.

So, my baby bought me 2, and I was SO HAPPYYYYYYYYYYYYY, then we just continued bumming around, then went grocery shopping since our fridge is FINALLY FIXED.... All day I felt sick and my head hurt, but I didn't say anything, 'cause we were having so much fun, and I needed that more than anything.