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So I don't even know where to start other than to say it has not been a good week for me. As stated in my previous post my New Bike- First Ride went ok but I did have that one uphill tip over. The next little part of this story is based off of what I have been told. Not by my memory or account of the details. So after a days work including payroll (which I do remember doing) and taking meeting notes I decided to go for a bike ride. I had talked to Janelle and Lindsey sometime between work and home and carried on my conversation with Lindsey Jill as I prepared to go on my bike. I put my ipod in and hopped on my bike. I headed south on the old state road towards Springville. Nobody is really sure what happened but we think my front time blew out and I weaved off the road and smacked right into a cement wall. (Please keep in mind that I do not remember this at all). Anyway a guy saw me crash to say the least and turned around to help me out. Apparently after he helped me I stood up and was walking and talking. I told him the appropriate number to call for help. Once the adrenaline faded I guess I crashed. Anyway I was rushed to the Utah Valley Regional Hospital ER. I was asking the same people the same questions sometimes four or five times. At one point I remember coming to at the hospital to see my second parents, Doug and Helen Orton, visiting me. I later found out he and my dad gave me a blessing. Anyway at the hospital I was treated for a severe concussion, thirteen stitches to connect the top half of my ear to the bottom half, bruises and soreness. The poor guy who stitched my ear up, I am told was asked four or five times each of the following questions What is your name? Are you married? How long have you been married? Do you have any children? WOW. I would then repeat myself. Come to find out He had been married for seven years and had no children. I would then follow by WOW! I know very nice of me. Anyway I also can remember that my nurse had on lime green scrubs for St. Patrick's Day (this I do remember). Needless to say it has been a pretty rough couples days. When people ask how I feel I can only think to say "like I have been hit by a car". Well it wasn't a car but a more sturdy CEMENT WALL. I have been home from work the last two days recovering. I am in pain and am grateful for my 800 mg ibuprofen (Lortab made me so sick). Janelle was a sweet heart and brought me food and Gary & Colleen from Kneaders were so kind and brought me soup, rolls, and the best turtle cheesecake. I have had countless phone calls and everyone has been so willing to help.
Now that I have recovered I still have no memory of much on Monday. I remember wearing green and creating payroll for work but that is about it. It is a scary feeling not remembering things and I think what really has me bothered is that I still have no idea exactly what happened to make me crash. The doctor told my Dad I may never remember the accident, which is kind of good because I hope to get back out on my bike as soon as I can. Anyway I have posted pretty gross pictures of my ear and neck. Just a little visual of my accident. Sorry if they gross you out!
AFTER 13 STITCHES AND A LITTLE CLEAN UP