There's this guy I love...
Whew, the past four days have been nothing short of exhausting.
Thursday, Evan was off work and I only worked from 11-2, so I decided it would be fun if we went out to Lynn's place and road the four wheeler's and fed the horses and stuff. So we did. Everything was fine and we were having lots of fun, until we decided to jump some hills. Well we did it a couple of times and all was well, then maybe the fourth time we go to do it we go over a little hill with another little hill behind it that we didn't know was there. I don't remember the next 2 or three minutes, but obviously we both fell off. I remember hearing myself moaning and panting for breathe and looking up at Evan's face right over mine saying "Brooke are you ok. Are you ok? Can you walk? I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. Ok, you stay here I'm going to go get someone." I couldn't stand the thought of lying in the field by myself hurting so I got up. I was hurt pretty bad in my left shoulder and left side. We tried to get on the four wheeler to go back, but it wouldn't work for some reason, so we walked, what seemed like forever to me. So from about 7:00 to 10:00 we sit in the freezing cold ER room, and a few (painfully positioned) x-rays later I have a seperated shoulder and bruised lung, and Evan more than likely fractured his wrist. We looked like two sad little cripple kids.
He took off work Friday, and after we got home from his Doctor appt. we laid around his house. I was a tired kid.
I did have this epiphany last night after my parents and I got into the worst argument I've ever had with them: True Love is not about having flowers or chocolate or cards everyday, it's hearing "I'll be there as soon as I can" without even asking them to be, when you really need someone.
I've wrote too much, I must get ready for work now. I'm inspired to work now, it means a few more dollars towards moving out.
Oh and one more little rant...My father actually admitted to liking my brother better than me yesterday "We don't see him as often as we do you..." was his justification. Thanks Dad.
Thursday, Evan was off work and I only worked from 11-2, so I decided it would be fun if we went out to Lynn's place and road the four wheeler's and fed the horses and stuff. So we did. Everything was fine and we were having lots of fun, until we decided to jump some hills. Well we did it a couple of times and all was well, then maybe the fourth time we go to do it we go over a little hill with another little hill behind it that we didn't know was there. I don't remember the next 2 or three minutes, but obviously we both fell off. I remember hearing myself moaning and panting for breathe and looking up at Evan's face right over mine saying "Brooke are you ok. Are you ok? Can you walk? I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. Ok, you stay here I'm going to go get someone." I couldn't stand the thought of lying in the field by myself hurting so I got up. I was hurt pretty bad in my left shoulder and left side. We tried to get on the four wheeler to go back, but it wouldn't work for some reason, so we walked, what seemed like forever to me. So from about 7:00 to 10:00 we sit in the freezing cold ER room, and a few (painfully positioned) x-rays later I have a seperated shoulder and bruised lung, and Evan more than likely fractured his wrist. We looked like two sad little cripple kids.
He took off work Friday, and after we got home from his Doctor appt. we laid around his house. I was a tired kid.
I did have this epiphany last night after my parents and I got into the worst argument I've ever had with them: True Love is not about having flowers or chocolate or cards everyday, it's hearing "I'll be there as soon as I can" without even asking them to be, when you really need someone.
I've wrote too much, I must get ready for work now. I'm inspired to work now, it means a few more dollars towards moving out.
Oh and one more little rant...My father actually admitted to liking my brother better than me yesterday "We don't see him as often as we do you..." was his justification. Thanks Dad.