So I tend to be a rather unlucky person. I don't know why, but I am. I think it may be genetic seeing as how my mother claims to be pretty unlucky herself...thanks mom. So I had a great weekend by the way. The trip to Utah was great if you haven't already read about it. You'd think with such a lovely weekend, no school on Tuesday, and all caught up on homework would be super great right? Well...WRONG. Tuesday started out well enough, I went and gave plasma as usual, collected on my 20 bucks and was going to go home and watch some movies most likely. Well I got a text from a buddy of mine (who I'd been begging to take me dirt biking) asking if I wanted to go dirt biking with him. Of course I wanted to so he came and picked me up and off we went. I've never been dirt biking before and perhaps it wasn't a very good idea to go at all seeing as how I tend to be pretty accident prone. I can hardly ride a bike that you have to pedal, why would I assume riding a dirt bike would be any easier? I have no idea. For those of you who've never ridden one of these glorious powerful deadly vehicles it is kind of hard to work. There is a clutch like in a manual car, but it's kind of reversed. You change gears with your foot and pull in the clutch with your hand. One of the problems with that is the clutch looks just like a hand brake and I kept trying to use it as so, only it doesn't actually slow you down. Dangerous? Yes, yes it is. Well I sort of got the hang of it and I was having a jolly good time. I'd figured out how to start and stop and what else do you need really? We went five miles into a wooded glen and we raced through snow and water and mud, all sorts of fun. My shoes and pants were soaked, but who cares, I was having a blast. All was going pretty well. I'd managed to keep my bike upright which is a lot harder than it sounds...after all the bike is a couple hundred pounds. On our way back to the truck to leave we were on actual dirt roads rather than the hard to follow and erratic paths of the forest and I may have gotten a little cocky. I was standing up, riding with no hands, going fast, you know living on the edge. The last thing I remember thinking was "too fast" and flying off my bike as I rounded a corner. The next 15 minutes are a little hazy, I don't actually remember hitting the ground, I do remember being in quite a bit of pain and not being able to breathe for what seemed like eternity. I rolled around on the ground groaning my agony for a little bit. My friend had been in front of me so it took him a while to realize that I was no longer behind him, but I soon heard his bike approaching. I still couldn't talk (let alone breath) but I wanted him to know that I was okay, I didn't want him to freak out or let him worry that he'd killed me. I gave him the thumbs up signal to let him know I was going to live, but to my surprise he was laughing...he was laughing that I'd crashed! Maybe if he'd seen me fly off my bike he'd have a reason to laugh because I imagine that would've been a sight to see, but he didn't even know if I was still in one piece! Boys. I rolled around for a little longer and I moved everything to make sure I didn't break any bones. I stood up. Bad idea. I sat down. It probably wasn't a super good idea to go dirt biking after giving plasma. I stood up and almost passed out so I sat down, still feeling light headed I laid back down resulting in another bout of laughter from the kind gentleman I was with. After about another 10 minutes I stood back up again and we were off. It kind of hurt to breathe deeply so I just didn't. We got back to the car without further incident and came home. I crawled through the door and my roommate (who'd previously been angry that she wasn't invited) looked at me and said "Please tell me you crashed" yes I know. She's such a lovely girl.
That night I started to feel a little bit sick, I had a sore throat and I had a super bad headache. My body hurt all over and I just laid on the couch all night. The next day? Even worse. I thought I had strep and I was miserable. I went to the doctor and they said it wasn't strep, it was just a virus and they have me some meds to help it along. After being on my meds for two days it wasn't getting better, in fact it seemed to be getting worse, I couldn't eat, I couldn't sleep, I couldn't move because my body hurt so bad (I am still unsure whether this was attributed to my crash or being sick) Last night I couldn't breathe very well, every breathe was a chore, I didn't get any sleep and I decided to go back to the doctor, so from the hours 4am-8am I just sat there agonizingly trying to breathe. I honestly thought I was dying or something. It was like trying to breathe in and out through a balloon and all you were getting back was your own CO2. Pretty miserable stuff. So I made it 4 more hours and had my wonderful cousin drive me to the doctor. My oxygen levels were low so they made me do a chest X-ray and discovered that I in fact had pneumonia. I'd never had it before..so it was a new experience. I figured I'd maybe had bronchitis or something. The x-ray was kinda neat. I felt super uncomfortable in the gown they made me wear though, luckily I got to keep my pants on, but I felt suuuper awkward walking across the building without a shirt or a bra on under those super thin gowns they make you wear. I kept my arms crossed the whole walk. I also had to get 2 shots....in my butt. Another awkward moment. The nurse was cracking me up though "alright, so...I have to give you 2 shots, in the butt...(pause...odd look on her face) Alright! turn around and drop your pants!" That made me laugh..and I was relieved to not actually have to drop my pants...just pull them down an inch or so. Those shots hurt like a mother though...I know the needles are considerably skinnier than a plasma needle, but that stuff stung like a bee! It hurt to sit down after that. I had to do a breathing treatment there and that sure did help a lot. I could breathe again!
So that's my adventure for the week. I'm on steroids and an inhaler, but I do feel loads better. I hope you've enjoyed my first illustrated blog...I'll be honest it will probably be the last...they are super time consuming albeit fun and exciting. Maybe this summer when I go home I will have time to do more. Anyway I'm off to bed. I'm excited for Monday...FENCING CLASS STARTS!! WOOOT WOOT!
