Another close call

We had another close call with one of the kids last night. I was working and the phone rang- I answered and Mikayla said, "Mom, Garrity's mom wants to talk to you." I said ok and just thought maybe she needed a ride home or something. Michelle got on and said that there had been an accident and that she thought Gary or I needed to come and get Mikayla and take her to the emergency room. Of course I'm immediately freaking out. Apparently she and another girl from the other team crashed and Mikayla fell hitting her head really hard on the gym floor. Michelle said it sounded just like a watermelon hitting the ground. I told her I would see how close Gary was and if he wasn't able to be there quickly, I would leave work and come get her. He was going to be a half hour so I got my sweet neighbor to tend bar (she's 75!) and I left to Declo. I was about a mile away and Kim ( a teacher at Declo and also married to my cousin) called and asked if I wanted her to take her in because she was getting worse and worse. I told her I was almost there and we decided they would meet me at the gym doors so I could just head straight out.

I got to the gym doors and noone was there. I left the car running and went inside to find them. Noone seemed to know what was going on and finally a lady came out and told me to follow her. I get into a coach's room and Mikayla is laying on the couch almost completely out. They had oxygen on her ( thank heavens several moms in the audiences had medical training and were so good to jump in and help). Anyway, she just couldn't even wake up. Her eyes wouldn't seem to open. Michelle said she had called ahead to the emergency room and they knew we were coming.

I called Braquel to meet me at the school so she could ride to the hospital with me. I needed someone to keep her awake and talking so I could drive. We got her to the hospital after what seemed like forever. Dr. Campbell was on-call and came in and asked her to spell her last name. She just kept telling him JONES. She couldn't spell it. She finally started saying one letter at a time, taking 5 minutes or so to spell it out. We were there for about 2 hours and when we left, she still didn't know her birthday, She kept telling me it was the 15th of March instead of the 13th. They did a CT scan and also xrayed her hip because she said it was hurting pretty bad, too. Apparently nothing was abnormal because they told her she could come home. Said she had a pretty decent concussion, though. I took her to get something to eat and she immediately started making sense as she talked. When we got home, she even knew her birthdate.

I checked on her a couple of time through the night and she is staying home from school today. Dr. said no basketball for about a week (which is like torture for her) She still wants to go to practice so she can keep up on the plays so we'll let her do that. No playing, though at practice or at games.

I'm hoping all of our bad luck is over for the year now. I'm not sure how much more my heart (or our checkbook) can take!