And then I decided to wake board. I'm usually a skier but wanted to expand my horizons. I did three good runs and although I wasn't flipping over the wake, I was feeling pretty good. And then the fourth run came and I'm still not sure what happened. My board caught an edge somehow and went behind me, sending me face first into the water with the board smacking the back of my head. So then our day ended like this:
I came to in the water, felt my head then looked at my hand -- it was bloody. Jeff jumped into the water (Tod wasn't on the boat at the time) and pulled me onto the boat where I ruined his once green towel, now covered in blood. We called for help and the lake paramedics showed up, then insisted I take the ambulance to the nearest hospital. I was talking and walking fine, so that didn't seem necessary. It all happened so fast though, I didn't think to say no. The whole ride to the hospital, I kept thinking, "Is this going to cost a million dollars?"
Everyone at the E.R. was really nice, including the guy who stuck needles into my skull, then stapled my already painful wound shut. They took two cat scans and luckily everything else was alright. Luckily things weren't worse.
Luckily, they shaved around the wound so that later when Tod took me to In&Out, I had gobs of hair coming out in my hands while I ordered. The lady at the cash register must've thought I was homeless. She looked like she wanted to give me my dinner for free.
How was YOUR weekend?