ouch.

I missed a lot of days but that's okay because ain't nothin much goin on for a little while.
let's see.
Wow, longtime.
Saturday:
Went shopping for suit for graduation. Got pinstripe jacket, black slacks ("when you're in black slacks with excentuating off-white pinstripes, whoa-oh, every-thing goes ac-cording to plan!") and a bright blue shirt. I'm wondering if i should wear a tie.
Sunday: went to see B and had Mark's potato, sausage, thingy. I picked out the sausage, but it was still good.
Monday:
Nothing much. Went to library after school got The Truth, Nightmare at 20,000 Feet, Going Postal, and The Goodness Gene. I've got a big stack of books to read while I'm confined to the house.
Tuesday:
This is the good one. The really good one. Went to school.
Ate cookies in FACS.
Did something with factoring in Alg.
Played soccer in gym.
Watched Mr. B work the Cassie in Advisory.
Watched the VCN that Mr. B was working on in advisory during English.
Did review in science.
Read.
Did reveiw in S.S.
Big deal, right?
Okay here's the good bit, the stupid bit, the passing out and babbling bit.
Went over to Evan's to film some Scuba Tree stuff and we decided we'd do a sort of william tell thing. Stupid bit starts right here.
First one. Evan shot way over me from about ten feet away.
Second one. Taylor shot the round bale they practice with while I stood next to it and filmed. Or did we acctually do that? Maybe not.
Third one. We thought it would be cool to have Evan filming Taylor shooting the haybale while I sat on it. We did it once on film, then I wasn't paying attention and Taylor shot again.
ONLY he missed the hay bale.
Twisss-THUNK! I pulled the arrow that had magically appeared out of my leg (blunt tipped practice arrow) and tried to figure out why he'd made a hole in my pants. Then I saw the blood.
I got off the round bale and said somehting like "Oh, god . . ." before I started going into shock.
Evan's dad and someone, Taylor or Evan, maybe? helped me limp to the bench.
Evan was sent inside to call 911, but it didn't look that bad, so Liza told him not to. I couldn't hear, it felt like I had this thing over the back of my head covering my ears, there was this ringing sound and I coudn't see very much. The world sort of faded into the little blue veins in my eyeballs and I just wanted to pass out, but taylor wouldn't let me. He kept say "No, Ashley, stay awake. Passing out is bad. Don't pass out. Stay Awake." I was babbling incoherently and I kept saying, "It was my fault. I'm stupid, so stupid. It was my fault." I grabbed Evan's hand sometime and pressed it to my forehead because it felt so cool. They said my face and lips were white. That's not good.
Evan's mom got called, she's a nurse, and my parents got called. I had to change into some of Evan's shorts (way too small across the hips!) and try to keep it straight. I hope my dad can get the blood out of those for him.
Taylor felt SOOOO horrible. I felt really bad for him. I think I even tried to cry about it at one point. He stayed outside for an hour just walking in circles, he was so freaked.
My mom drove me to the walk-in clinic, but they said an X-ray might have to be done and they didn't have the stuff so I got driven to the ER. The hole wasn't bleeding that much at all.
I was the best one the ER'd had all day, I was told. Shot with an arrow in the leg by your best friend. Yeah.
I got asked the same questions a lot and I got wheeled from room to room in a wheel chair we'd borrowed. Until I got to a cool room with a TV and a bed. I got on the bed and a doctor came in to ask me more questions I'd already answered. He told me he had to clean the wound and we could do it two ways. With numbing shots or without. With the shots it would take longer, we'd have to wait for the shots to take effect and then wait to see if I had a reaction to them, but the other way was sick the thing in give it a twist ("a flick of the wrist . . .") and yank it out.
I picked that one.
Just writing about this makes the hole hurt.
I had to get my tetnus shot because the arrow had been in the hay and the dirt before it went in me, and Evan's house it a bit of a farm setting. At least that didn't hurt. My arm's a little stiff this morning, but not bad.
I called Evan, Jessica, and Taylor to tell them what was up. Evan was fine, he was worried, but fine. Taylor wasn't freaking out as bad as Evan said, and he was okay with it, although he doesn't want anyone to know he shot me. I couldn't get a hold of Jessica, but I emailed her.
I had to sleep on the upstairs couch instead of in my room, because I can't handled the stairs with my crutches.
Ak and Poe crawled all over me and slept on me and the storm woke me up. Evan did a good job with the rain today though, cheered me up a little. The storm was awesome. There was hail and lightning and wind and lots of rain. I'm gonna be hangin at the house at least until Friday, when I have to go to see the doctor and have him see if I'm infected. Dear god, I hope not! That would suck!
---Gimpy