Right, so there I was sitting in my dad's car as he careened down the road on the thirty minute drive to town. We probably got there in about 15, but come on, I was bleeding. While we were driving I kept going over stuff in my head like people's birthdays and stuff. I wanted to make sure I could remember things and also, I wanted to not think about how much my face hurt (Which was a lot, coincidentally). So we finally got to the hospital and my mom led me in through the Emergency Room entrance. I couldn't see anything but I heard her telling someone what had happened and all of a sudden I got pushed down into a chair (which turned out to be a wheelchair) and wheeled around.

I ended up in a room full of very official sounding people who sat me down on a table. Two of them pulled my shirt off and put one of those weird hospital gown things on me. Next they pried away my beloved, sodden towel. I was very sad...not really. Then there was a lot of exclaiming over my wound and calling other people over to look at it ("Kicked by a horse?" "She got kicked by a horse." "Oh really?" "What happened" "I was kicked by a horse.") Yeah, that got kinda tiresome. I finally got the guts to open my eye (I was thinking in singulars now, as far as I could tell I had only one eye)and was thus able to confirm that I was, indeed, in a hospital. So, they put some gauze on my cut and stuff and put an IV in my arm and gave me a tetanus shot, which made my arm sore for two days. They also gave me like six shots of morphine via my IV, but I wasn't complaining. One lady also used a wet towel to try and wipe some of the blood off of my hands and they put one of those funny hospital bracelets around my left wrist.

Then the doctor finally came in, made some jokes, looked in my eyes--I guess to make sure I didn't have a concussion--and told the official-sounding people to get me a catscan to make sure my skull was in one piece. So they put me on a gurney and wheeled me around, got me my catscan, blah blah blah. Went through the whole "What happened to you" thing with the catscan people. Got back to my room and they let my parents in to fuss over me and stuff.

This is getting to be kind of boring, so I'll just say that I got eighteen stitches in my eyebrow (Which was split down to the bone, by the way. I got to see the cut and it was huuuuge). Of course, I got the surgeon who hated horses and so he was ranting to me about how horrible they were the whole time he was stitching me up. As if he had to tell ME, I was the one lying there with my face split open. Before they could stitch me up, though, they had to clean out my cut and I had him poking at my bone with his gloved finger, which was probably the most painful part of the day. Oh, and they FINALLY washed the blood off of my face. Then he kept sticking me with all these needles in my eyebrow to numb it and that hurt, too.

So finally, I got to go home. They let me get dressed and sent me away with a huge bottle of saline stuff to clean my cut with. We drove home and I was made to lie down for the rest of the day, which really didn't bother me all that much. Oh! Did I mention the fact that my hair was caked in blood. Yeah, that sucked a lot. It was dried and crusted onto my forehead and the left side of my head was all caked and crusted and gross. My hair is pretty long, so it was fairly disgusting. I wasn't allowed to get my stitches wet either and I was really weak, so I had to stay with blood in my hair for about a day and a half before I could get some of it out. It started flaking out pretty quickly, though and then I had tiny flakes of blood all over my pillow, which was gross.

So when I woke up the next day my eye was totally swollen shut. I couldn't open it a single millimeter. It was also purple, by the way. Over the next few days I was able to open it more and more until today when it's almost back to normal. Only, now I have tiny black specks floating around in front of my bad eye. When I close that one eye, they go away, but when I open it again, they come back. And it's really, really distracting. My mom is convinced that I have a detached retina or something, but I'm not sure. I hope it's nothing too serious...because I'm freaking tired of having things like this happen to me.