So second day into this d*** trip and we’re biking on Rottnest, which is like basically like Mackinac where the only thing that’s on the island is like bikes. Like there’s no cars. And so we’re biking and we’re trying to catch up to our ferry ’cause we’re gonna be stuck on the island. And we’re going super fast and I kinda like blank out and I fall. And the rest of it’s a blur but I remember the ambulance taking far too long to get there because there was a mistake with my aunt calling and everything, ’cause some reason her phone routed somewhere else than it was. It was really weird, but it took forever to get there and I’m just laying there on the road bleeding. There was a little pool of blood. It was really bad. I’m like singing to myself too ’cause I’m trying to like distract myself from the pain. I sang Moana. I remember this so specifically. I sang like How Far I’ll Go by Moana. Um, which really interesting song of choice, but I don’t know, thought it was fitting ’cause I was surrounded by an ocean.
And then we went to the clinic. I got drugged up pretty heavily. Then we got — we went to the hospital. We went to children’s hospital but apparently — no, no, no, no, no, we went to the adult hospital and then they said I was not allowed to be here and I had to go to the children’s hospital. So I guess I got admitted twice.