Creative essay number two

Creative Essay
1.18.2010


The one memory I don’t like from my child hood is the one of getting a concussion. To make matters worse it happened on Friday the thirteenth. I had never believed in this strange day, but ever since my concussion on that night it made me see that sometimes weird things really do happen on Friday the thirteenth.

I remember being in the car with Abbey going to our friend, Alex’s birthday party at the Pettit National Ice Center. For some reason I felt weird and a little sick to my stomach. After we arrived Abbey and I went downstairs to where everyone was. Later we got our skates and headed for the ice. My best friend Becky was there skating circles around everyone because she was on a Ice Skating team. Most watched in awe seeing how she could turn circles and skate backwards. I knew I could never do any of this stuff, but I could do one turn on my rollerblades. I figured, “ If I could do the turn on the cement, why couldn’t I do it on ice?” This turned out to be not the best idea, resulting in me falling on my face. Yes this does sound quite humorous but really it wasn’t.
Being in fifth grade I was very scared after I feel and started crying for help. I’m not sure why I started yelling for someone to help me up, but I mainly believe I was just freaked out to stand. Next I remember being taken downstairs with Abbey and Becky by my sides. Alex’s mom asked the concession man for any kind of ice, and put the ice bag in a hat to keep on my head. I continued crying waiting for my mom to come get me. As she ran down the stairs to where I was she asked a ton of questions to the special nurse who helped me. My mom asked weather to take me to the hospital or just go home, the nurse said take me to the hospital.
I always hated going to the hospital, and now I had to go because I needed it, not because we were going for someone else. As we drove in the car I remember the street lights flashing behind me and laying down in my dad’s car. Finally we arrived at the hospital. I was still in tears unsure of what was going to happen to me. Nurses did tests on me to make sure nothing was going wrong in my brain. Luckily nothing was, and next I had to wait in a room to be taken in for a CAT scan.
Another nurse walked in with a wheel chair and helped me into it. I asked, “ Why do I need this I can still walk?” She said, “ Hun we just don’t want you to run into anything just to be safe.” As I rolled into this very technical room I was laid down on the curved table. The doctors turned it on and it started moving back and forth and up and down taking pictures of my brain. Next the doctors called me and my mom in to see the pictures. I had never seen anything like these pictures. They were red and blue and yellow and green, and I saw what the inside of my head looked like. It was such a weird thing being showed what was wrong with me, but I was okay. It was quite the scare but everything was going to be fine. We arrived home at about midnight and I feel asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. After all I had been through a lot in one night, but now it was over and I was ok.