A Hard Smack to the Pavement.

"Okay, Katherine? Are you taking the Vicodin?"

I love bicycling.

If God didn't know better, I'd suggest he replace our legs with wheels and we could be Whemen and Whewoms (male and female creatures on wheels). Biking is as easy as breathing, good for the body, and good for the soul.

Because of biking, however, I am on medication.

Although I grow weary of the story, the story is now a part of me. Growing wear of the story means growing weary of who I am. What a depressing thought, indeed. SO! Here we go.

"It was a dark and stormy night-"

HEY HEY HEYYYYYY. That is NOT how it goes, Kat. Put. Yourself. Together MAN.

I was riding to West Campus at approximately 5:20pm on Monday, October 11, 2010.

My theatre audition began at 5:45pm.

I was riding my bike in the street at speeds of 25-30 miles an hour,

And turned left at the intersection and decided to get off the street.

Veering right onto an opening in the sidewalk, I noticed the lip was raised 1.5 inches above ground level.

Too late; I already veered.

The curb rejected my wheels and the impact sent me flying over my handlebars.

Luckily, my jaw broke my fall.

Then, my chin.

Then, I rolled.

Enormous pressure and shock and pain exploded throughout my body.

My chin was numb, my jaw was numb, my head was throbbing.

A car pulled over, and a lady hand me tissues right as blood started spattering the sidewalk.

I spat and teeth shards shot out of my bloody mouth. I rolled my tongue across my teeth and another shard, larger than the first, dismembered itself from my left molar and popped out onto the sidewalk.

I was in total shock. What had just happened?

Some boys came by and picked up my bicycle while the lady named Jennifer attended to me while Campus Security called an ambulance.

Clearly, I was not going to make it to auditions.

Jennifer was the director's good friend and neighbor, so she got my information to pass along to him. Thank the Lord for sending her.

The ambulance picked me up and took me to the Emergency Room.

I waited for a room for what I think was a half an hour.

They scanned me. Another wait. They did a CT scan. More waiting.

Two hours later, I am in a white-lit room by myself, feeling numb and uncomfortable.

I broke my jaw, tore my ear canal, chipped two teeth, and sliced my chin to the jaw bone.

My phone was near me, so I text Arie, my RA, and my parents.

Lots of talking later, the story was out.

Hilary Hall, my RA came to visit me, along with two other mystery visitors.

The doctor notifies me of a visitor, and to my shock, it is Arie!!! She stays with me and we talk of silly personal things that cheer me up right away. I am so thankful.

Then Hilary stays with me the entire time, even when I got stitches.

I didn't feel a thing!

I hummed while he did it. He called me his favorite patient. Hooray!

By 11:00pm, I am out of the Emergency Room, in search for a 24-hour CVS Pharmacy to get my medications.

The nearest one is 30 minutes away. :/

Hilary drives me there and we have quite a fun adventure freezing to death, admiring the fake flower section, putting on fleeces, talking about pleasant things, and finally, picking up the medication.

I don't really remember much else of that night.

It was 12:45 when I finally got to bed, and I didn't go to classes the next day.

I am so thankful now, because never again will I take my face, or body, or the daily little things we do for granted. I need no surgeries for any of my injuries, and for that I am overwhelmingly grateful. I have been told I am being prayed for... and that... that is truly something special. I cannot pay it back, but can only take it in, and heal. The love that has been shared with me will go into my love basket in my heart, and it sounds super cheesy, but when love goes in there, it multiplies until I cannot contain it! My heart overflows, and I can only hope God will use what He gave me for His will.

I am automatically in Callbacks for the shows this Spring, thanks to Jennifer and our Director and Professors fro being so understanding. I pray God will lead me where He will, and that I will not hesitate to follow His glorious plans for me.

Meanwhile, my medication brings God's joy in a wonderfully dizzy form.

I feel like I'm always on a cloud.

"And no. It is NOT because of Vicodin."

Thanks be to God.

Amen. :)