It all started as fun mother-daughter bonding time.

Early this morning I proposed to my mom that rollerblading at Winthrop lake would be a good idea. I hadn't seen her in two weeks, and I just wanted to be outside doing something with. She agreed happily, excited to be spending time together. Neither of us knew that later we'd be bonding in the Emergency Room at Piedmont Medical Center.

So, how did it happen?

It's quite ironic, actually. We were rollerblading around the lake and had just gotten up the hill past the shack. This is right around the corner from the steep, deadly hill. My mom and I were talking about the hill right before we approached it. She was telling me about the time when she was rollerblading down the hill and then later slipped and fell, leaving a very nasty bruise. I figured when I got to the hill I'd be fine; yes, it was steep, but I'd been down it before on blades. As long as I kept my focus.

I decide to go first down the hill, because I decided to be ballsy. I started going down, pretty fast speed to begin with. As I progressed I began to go faster. I was almost at the end of the hill where the road is flat again. I guess I thought I was home-free just a little too soon.

As I got closer to the bottom, I could feel my blades beginning to veer to the left ever so slightly, towards lots of sharp looking branched trees. I panicked trying to get back to going straight down the hill. I began to fall back, and it was all down hill from there. I fell back, managed to trip forward after falling back, hit my butt very hard, then began to roll, tumble, slide and scrape down the concrete to a slow and painful stop.

I heard my mom shouting to me, "Are you ok!?!?!" I replied that I was, but I don't think she heard me, because she shouted it a second time. I responded louder with "Yeahh.....!" She then told me not to move. Well, I had to go against this; 1) The cement ground did not feel good and I wanted to get over to where it was soft and grassy, and 2) I was in the middle of the road. I was NOT going to get hit by a car ON TOP of busting my butt from rollerblading. I continued to pull myself to the side of the road. No, I didn't crawl, I had to literally pull myself. I couldn't move my legs.

I got to the side of the road and my mom came down to see me. My butt was what hurt the most, so I guess that's why I didn't notice or feel the two giant scrapes and cuts my arm received. A car slowed down next to us and asked if we needed help. The husband gave my mom a ride back to her car while the wife stayed with me until she returned.

Skipping a few parts. My mom brought me to Shiland where they could have done X-rays for my butt but my mom insisted I needed CAT Scan because she was worried I may have hit my head, which, I knew I didn't.

We proceeded to the ER where I had X-rays and a CAT Scan done. We were worried my tailbone may have cracked, because all pain that was distributed in my butt all centered to my tailbone. The GOOD news is nothing is broken and I didn't have a concussion. I'm just going to be sore for a long time. Excruciating pain, bleh.


But yeah. Crazy experience.

I wanted to check Facebook on my Mom's computer this morning so I didn't have to go out to my car and get mine.
It's a good thing I did. My old MSN Space was pulled up (haven't used that in YEARS, so it's cool) and this blog was pulled up.

I guess I'll be moving sometime soon. Sorry, mom.