Once upon a time we played jumbo twister for FHE. There were like 4 FHE groups there. It was epic. Then, it got competitive. Michael Huefner said "You're going down" and we all laughed. Little did I know I would be going down.... hard.

At one point in twister, Michael Huefner tried to get me out by leaning on me a little bit. I leaned back. Then we had to move our leg to a new color, and he straight up kneed me in the head. I fell to the ground sobbing in pain. Everyone kind of froze, no one knew what to do. After like 5 minutes, I got up and decided to go home. I wanted to go to bed, but I had a headache and was feeling nauseous and my roommates told me I should go to the ER. Well, to save money we went to Urgent Care. The doctor there said if it got worse to go to the ER, but that the likelihood of me having a concussion was slim. What a punk doctor. So it definitely got worse. I was holding on to my head in pain (with motrin, probably 7/10), and I was getting more nauseous by the minute. So, my roommate Chelsey, and my FHE mom Kelsey, drove me to the ER. After waiting a looooong time:


We finally got back to the room to see the doctor. Everyone who looked at my chart laughed cause it said "kneed in head playing twister".... I guess it's okay because they weren't laughing at my pain, just how I got my pain. Apparently my pain was normal for a CONCUSSION. Cause after a CT scan, I was discharged with the diagnosis of "concussion" and was told to take it easy/rest, and I was on a clear liquid diet for 24 hours. Which lasted more like 72 because I was still so nauseous. All I "ate" for like 3-4 days was Sobe and saltines.
I know I'm smiling in these pictures, but do not be deceived. I was in LOADS of pain. And as I put it before, I would rather go through two brain surgeries than have a concussion. Concussions are the WORST. Fact. I even missed a week of school, which I'm still desperately trying to catch up on.
The end.
Anyways, that's all for now. More confessions to come.
- J