(SURPRISE UPDATE!!!!)
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From what I've read on the internet (Which is a completely reliable source), physical therapy is hell. That certainly got me excited for my first session.
My therapist is Doctor Vincent, but I'm allowed to call her by her first name, Morgan. Morgan came in and made me sit on the edge of the bed and attempt to lift my leg onto a table. I did that. And damn did it hurt. Then she instructed me to bend it at my knee to a 210 degree angle. That was worse. I screamed a few times...
She got some metal sticks and lined them up from my mid shin (both sides of the leg) to my knee. She then attached another stick from my knee to my mid thigh. Then she took medical glue and stuck them there... Glue on my leg? Last time I checked my flesh was not a fourth year's art project.
Then she had to wrap my whole leg in a casting material. Only my knee was visible. It was great.
"Okay Alexandra. We're done with the cast. Now you get crutches. Since you'll be using these for an extended amount of time, you get forearm crutches. You grab the bar, and wrap the grasp around your forearms." Morgan instructed. I did as told and tried to stand up from the bed, keeping my leg off the floor.
Morgan then instructed me on how to walk. Crutch then foot. Crutch then foot. It looks easy, but it's not... It't painful, but I hear it's better than the other kind of crutches.
Morgan walked with me down the hospital hallway, me on crutches, her on foot. I got the hang of it sooner or later. From now on, I'll be working on my balance and such. From the reliable source that I mentioned earlier, balance is hard on only one leg, because we as people are so used to using two legs to balance. Not one.
But I stand up straight with my leg still bent, and lean to my right side. I had to stay like that for five complete minutes. It was.... awful? Yes. Awful.
But tonight I get out of the hospital. And I'm excited for that. I was supposed to leave last night, but stuff got mixed up. They handed mum and dad the paperwork for the wrong girl... Wonderful hospital system... Correct?
Anyways, at three in the morning, I will be moved to the back wing and escorted in an ambulance back to my house. That way, nobody will know it's me. It's a good idea, I guess.
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The next morning, I woke up at home in my bed with my crutches leaning against my nightstand. Thank god our house has a lift in it. Otherwise I wouldn't be able to get up and down the steps...
Today is Sunday. Seven days after the accident. I still feel no better. I checked my phone and saw a few missed calls from the contact name 'Best Human Ever'... I called back immediately to see what she wanted.
The phone rang only once before she picked up.
"Hey Brie. Whatcha' need?"
"Alexandra Tomlinson. What the hell happened? I text Jenna yesterday to see if she'd heard from you, and she tells me you're in the hospital? What did you do this time?"
"Well... I was in a car accident. The driver was intoxicated."
"Oh my goodness, Ally! Why didn't you freaking tell me? I'm worried! I'm coming over right now. Get ready." Brie then hung up. Many would think she was joking, but honestly, she wasn't. In five minutes, she was unlocking my front door (The key is hidden underneath the flower pot on our front stoop...).
She called out my name, and ran up the steps to my room. I, of course, was still in my bed. She ran in and sat down on the chair next to it. She needed a full explanation of everything she'd missed. From the finale to now. And well, I gave her an explanation. She was (sort of) crying by the end.
I eventually determined that I had to get out of bed. So I shifted my body and my aching leg to the side of my bed. I grabbed my crutches and walked over to my drawer. I pulled out an over sized shirt and some basketball shorts that I used when I went running.
I had Brie help with the shirt. I was wearing a bra. It wasn't that bad, I mean, she's my friend.
I could get on my pants alone. Thank the lord.
When I was finished getting dressed, I walked over to my desk and checked my email for the first time in a week or so. I refreshed the inbox and screamed when I saw one particular message.
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Subject: Welcome!
Sender: Universal & Co.
To: Alexandra Tomlinson
Re: Demo
Dear Alexandra,
We have reviewed your demo tape. We as a team have determined that your vocal qualities fit our needs as a company. Attached is information about a meeting we will have with you. Please respond as soon as possible.
Wishing You Well,
Universal Records
Peter- Company Representative.
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I couldn't stop screaming.
"Mum! Dad! I'm signed! They signed me!" I shouted down the hallway. Brie was squealing along. "Brie I need to call Jenna! And Linny! And Carolyn! And Carmen! I need to call everyone! Get my phone!"
Brie threw my phone across the room, and the first number that my fingers managed to diall was Jenna's. She was overjoyed for me. So was Linny, Carolyn, and everyone else I called.
I finally called Carmen. He picked up very quickly. "Hey, Ally. What's happening?" He asked.
"Carmen, I got signed to a record deal!" I shouted into the line.
"Wait; Are you serious? Ally, that's amazing!"
We caught up for a bit longer, until Carmen decided to end the call.
"Wait, before I go, want to catch some lunch tomorrow? I heard you just got out of the hospital. Jen told me. I need to catch up with you face to face. How about noon at Square Salads? That salad restaurant in London Square?" I agreed to his offer, and hung up shortly after.
Wait-
Will this be a date?
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-||| AUTHOR'S NOTE |||-
A few things I want to clarify...
1. Any comments that say 'Update' will be deleted
I update every other weekend. You should know that...???
2. There's only like 7 chapters left!!!! Ahhh!!! It's almost over!!!
I will NOT be doing a sequel... I do write other stories, though. And I think those are much better writing than this.
3. I have a website where I leave updates about my stories... and sneak peaks! So check that out if you'd be interested in it...
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