Haley’s Blog

Serious Injury Journal

January 15, 2004.

I am in the hospital. This freak keeps coming in and out of the room. His goggles are sooooo 1970! Well, it’s too bad that I’m here. You want to know why? Huh? Do ya? Okay.

Well, I was making cookies for my angry little sister (who was mad because… okay that’s another story) and she demanded chocolate chip cookies. Well, my older brother (who has been arrested many times, but you don’t need to know that) came into the house because he ran away from jail and shoved me in the freezer for no good reason.

I must stop writing.

I am cold.

Too cold…

Okay. I have regained my strength to continue my tragic story.

Well, my sister called the ambulance and didn’t think to get me out of the freezer! I am glad for the ambulance though. Real glad.

Oh yes, and my brother is back in jail. I think they need to put him in solitary confinement.

April 1, 2006.

I have been taken away by the poison control people. Yes, poison control. My older brother has escaped from jail again (I am guessing they didn’t put him in solitary confinement…) although he did not cause this tragic accident. My mom has this special shelf of toxic cleaners, and my sister was looking for the best April fool’s joke ever. I just know she looked there.

My little sister always puts my cereal and grape juice on the table in the morning and I’m guessing she used the toxic carpet cleaner.

The poison control person keeps peering over at me to see if I am okay.

Geez! I’m okay! Gosh, I wasn’t that poisoned…

Okay maybe I was.

Now my sister is in jail too.

(This story was based on this picture: My View by Heather)

So, skating is dangerous…

I have mentioned Kierra (my cousin) before, and this is a story about her.

Today we went skating at the ice rink. We were zooming past other people, laughing and falling. Kierra’s friend Rainne was with us, and instead of these metal wire things to hold us up (if we wanted or needed it), there were large, orange cones to steady ourselves. I used it for two laps around the rink, and gave it up. It was much more fun when you skated independently.

Well we were falling down for no reason, and when one of us would fall, someone else would. Uncle came right up, and asked me for some words of advice, after Kierra and I both sprawled on the ice. (She’d pushed me down while she tried not to fall, so it wasn’t my fault.) My words of advice to the camera were “Things to bring to the ice rink: skates, knee pads, a helmet, possibly a change of pants, and definitely NOT Kierra!” It gave me a right good reason to push her back, but did I? No.

It’s always that last run that just wipes you out, and Kierra was concentrating on skating. I don’t know how, but she tripped and fell REALLY HARD. A top tooth banged right through her mouth. Right on the side of her lips. I didn’t know she hurt herself, so I went right on skating. A staff member came over, and Kierra was crying. Uncle was there too, holding her up. I had no idea what happened, so I skated on over, too. It was somehow explained to me what happened to her, but I didn’t really make sense of it until I figured out what it looked like, and got the idea from that.

Tell me, is there anything that you can say about injuries that you’ve had? Comment at will!!