Well, all weekend I was feeling pretty gross, and when I came back to school on Sunday evening, I was achy all over. I went to bed around 10. I kept waking up during the night and I was pretty sure I had a fever. I woke up at 10 for class, and suddenly had to run down the hall to the bathroom because I thought I was going to be sick. I didn't get sick that time, but I had taken my phone, so I called my mom to tell her how sick I felt. While I was on the phone with her, I said, "Wow, I feel really dizzy." I turned around to go towards the bathroom. The next thing I knew, I awoke to see my left hand still clutching my now-blood-covered phone, confused about the cold floor beneath my cheek. I felt my face and suddenly reached a part where it gave-I had this huge dent in my head that was bleeding. I managed to get myself off the floor and into the bathroom. I looked like Jesus, with blood oozing down the my nose and the side of my face from my head. All of a sudden, I ran to the one toilet and was violently sick. I have never been so alone-no one was in the hall or the bathroom, and my mommy was so far away. No one came into the restroom, so I finally decided to drag myself down the hall to my room and ask the roomie for help. She rose to the occassion beautifully-she got the on-campus nurse, who was very compassionate and attentive, to take care of me till my mom arrived to take me to the emergency room to get stitches and a CAT scan. Luckily, there was a plastic surgeon, who sewed me up very well, and all looks as though it's going to be fine.
I think I've learned a valuable lesson about taking care of myself-my schedule has never been to stay up late, it doesn't suit me. I need to eat better, get to bed MUCH earlier, and just generally watch out for my own health. My mom's not here to tell me what to do-I need to make these decisions for myself. I guess that's part of this growing up thing.

