Last night definitely did not go how I wanted it to. I was so excited to go to STORM, but I fell asleep after school and my mom didn't bother waking me up until after 6:30, when practice starts. So that made me furious. When I got there, I had to stretch out (A LOT) so I only got two tumbling passes in. They basically sucked, which I'm also not so happy about because this is Billy's last week and I really wanted him to help me get a full. I'm gonna miss Billy :'(
So here comes the fun part. We went on to stunting, which I also hadn't done in two months. I'm a base most of the time, so I hold the girl up in the air. Through bribrary of ice cream, my group of me, Kari, Ashley, and Whitney did three perfect libs. Then we went onto full ups. They're a pretty difficult skill and we were so close to getting it, but everyone usually landed on the floor. On about the fifth one, I was knocked to my back, catching Whitney. I didn't even really hit hard. I just kinda set my head down... and heard a crack. I sat up and realized wow, I can't hold my head up. This... hurts. I just laughed it off because its so incredibly stupid that I was off crutches for a day and got hurt the next. After awhile of sitting there, icing, and talking to people, they brought my former gymnastics coach, Trevor over to look at it since there wasn't a trainer in the building. He said I probably just tensed up when I hit the floor, but I should probably get it checked out.
My mom picked me up and we went to Urgent Care, even though I opposed the idea. We waited for about two hours to be taken in, but it was slightly amusing out in the waiting area. Right after me, a kid with a Titans baseball uniform, came in with an icepack on his head. I think he got hit with the ball at a game, but I'm not certain of the story. The nurse came out to him right away to make sure that he wasn't going to black out because he was a little queasy. She came out about an hour later to make sure he was alright because he was losing a little bit of his memory, and was trying to recall the game with his dad. She asked him how old he was and he responded 17. Darn it, he was a cutie hehe. Then she asked him what day it was, and he said I wouldn't know that in the first place! Yes, I know kinda pathetic, but anything in contact with another teenager can be hilarious in there.
Finally, they took me and the boy in. They gave me some medicine and we waited for a while for them to come back in. The doctor examined my neck, shoulders, and back, and then said they needed some X-rays. After that awful experience of being in a neck brace that was 5237846901 times too big, we went back into my room. A nurse came in later and said that they had to call downtown for the radiologist to look at the X- rays since it was a neck injury. Finally after about 4 hours of being there, the doctor came in and said I had pulled some muscles in the right side of my neck, and now I have muscle spazms there. She gave me some muscle relaxers, which make you drowsy, which is part of the reason I'm not at school. I also can't move my neck more than like an inch each way. They would have given me a brace, but they didn't have one small enough.
Anyone who says cheerleading isn't a tough sport is soooooooo wrong.
