The other night, CHI, one of Longwood’s secret societies, kicked off Oktoberfest week by having their first CHI Walk across the Colonnades. It was a really spectacular sight to see this year’s mystery members walk in their Longwood robes and chant their haunting and catchy song. On the way back to the dorm with my roomie and my suitemates, my foot hit a slick patch of mud on the sidewalk and I went down. Hard. I caught myself with my wrist to keep my upper body from hitting the ground. That worked quite well for the rest of my body, but… well… I’m typing this one-handed!
A crowd of many of my fellow Lancers gathered to help me up off the slick sidewalk and keep the crowd that kept moving around me from tripping over me and I slowly, painfully got up. My habit is to use my left arm for support while I get up from falling, but to say it was in excruciating pain was an understatement. Finally, with the help and encouragement of several people, including one of my science lab partners from last year and my roommate, I was off the ground and walking again. I gingerly tested my wrist by moving my hand. It hurt like mad but I always heard that if your bone is broken, you can’t move your hand, so I desperately hoped that it wasn’t broken.
I got about as far as the Grainger side of Ruffner Hall (the rotunda) before I turned to my roommate and told her I had to sit down. My voice was a faint whimper, or at least so it sounded to me. Every sound seemed to come through a long and echoing tunnel through an ever-intensifying ringing. Multicolored spots danced before my eyes. It would have been a fascinating sensation were it not so terrifying. My roommate told me to sit against the wall and put my head between my knees. I complied as a bunch of my friends came by and expressed their concern. I told my roommate to explain for me as I was still trying my hardest not to pass out and then requested that she call my father. After what felt like eons of fiddling with my BlackBerry to try to get it to work, she called up my father. No answer. That’s so Dad to not have his phone within reach, so I told her to please call my stepmother. In typical fashion, she answered immediately and my roommate delivered the message. We promised to keep her posted as the RA from the floor below mine and a group of Honors College freshmen friends of mine checked on me. I asked the RA to call for some help when he offered and he sent his girlfriend on with his hall to take them back to Wheeler safely. When I could look up without feeling like I was going to pass out, I saw a small knot of friends around me. We left voicemails for my boyfriend, who was asleep, to let him know what happened and not to worry, and soon, the campus police and paramedics arrived. I fielded calls left and right and finally convinced Dad and my stepmom to get some sleep and see me in the morning while one of my friends stuck by me and volunteered to go with me to the hospital since my roomie was a little freaked out and didn’t want to worry me more. After a blur of repetition of my name, address, phone number, social security number, and so forth, we were off to the hospital for X-rays. The RA who helped me said to call him for a ride from the hospital, so I had that lined up too. With that, I cradled my poor left arm and got the X-rays at the hospital. After two hours of waiting, putting a splint on, and talking to keep me calm and awake, I was free to go for a very long night with very little sleep.
The bright side is that my friends have been checking in on me and making sure I was okay ever since. Yesterday, while I went to the orthopedist to find out that I need surgery on Friday and posted updates on Facebook, I had so many friends, not only those from home but also so many Longwood friends, wishing me good luck and telling how much they support me and wish me luck and their love in the face of my broken wrist in surgery.
So, I’m going to go on and be a little daring and make a list of the people I need to thank for their love. If you find your name on the list and want me to remove it, let me know. These people make me proud of being a Lancer if they are at Longwood and just make me feel loved as a friend:
Thanks to my roommate Emily for all of her help and support since the moment I fell, Alex for helping me up, Will for calling for help and driving me home, his girlfriend Dani for taking care of the Wheeler freshmen so that they could get home safely and helping me back home, Carrie for going to the hospital with me and helping keep me calm and from being alone, Megan for the notes from some of my classes and words of encouragement, Heidi, and Rebecca for their concern, Jeff for the nice message on my whiteboard, Amanda for the optimism, Chelsea for being an amazing Honors mentee and encouraging me and sending her love, Jessica for her offers of help and concern, Ashley for her love, my stepsister Sara for all of her help and concern, Whitney even though she’s an alumna for all of her encouragement, the Longwood staff for their quick action in sending the medical excuse, campus police for their on-scene help, my professors for their kind words and sympathy, and anyone I may have forgotten. You all are the epitome of awesome friends and the kind of people who make Longwood a really nice, friendly place.
From other places:
Thanks to Dad and Melissa, my stepmother, for driving me to my orthopedist and giving me support when I freaked out about the surgery, Gran and Granddad for their love and support, my grandmother Ann for her kind e-mail, of course my boyfriend Scott for all of his love and concern, Dr. Edwards for helping me get better even if it does involve a surgery that scares me, my best friends April and both Jesses for all of their support, Ian for making me chuckle when I really did need a good laugh, Stephanie for sending her love, the paramedics from Prince Edward County’s rescue squad who helped me, and the faculty of Orange High School for their well-wishes and sympathy towards my parents missing a little work.
You all are amazing and all of your love and support is much appreciated and thanks to all of my readers for any understanding messages they send.
Anyway, I will sadly miss Color Wars due to the timing of my surgery, which is not fun because I love Color Wars, but I will try my hardest to make it to Oktoberfest on Saturday, wrist and all.
Do I regret going to the CHI Walk? Not at all. I still love CHI Walks. I’m still gonna go to ones in the future, even if it rains… I’m just gonna be careful of puddles!