I seem to be making a recovery. I went to the doctor to make sure that I hadn't broken any ribs. There had to be a reason that I couldn't breathe everytime I turned my head or my body in any direction. But, he assured me that I was just severely bruised. Severely bruised is correct. My head is fine. I have always had a hard noggin. But, my mother had me convinced that I wasn't going to wake up the next morning. I was deathly afraid to go to sleep that night. And I called everyone and told them that I loved them before shutting my eyes for one last time. But, I made a miraculous come back and somehow woke up the next morning...wishing that I would have died. The right side of my body is covered in one big bruise that is slowly going away...and although a few days have gone by, my severely bruising back/rib pain seems to come and go. But, I imagine that it will just take time.
I have grown up on those stupid things my whole life. The problem is that I have no fear when it comes to them. I have tipped them over, but I have never injured myself. I just get right back on and keep riding. Just like I did the other day. Perhaps I need to downgrade to a cute pink Barbie one???













