Thank you.

Although it's probably the most disgusting picture ever, I'd say it sums up my night pretty well: IVs, tears, and a very broken elbow. And surprisingly some smiles here and there.

Dear Kirsten and Hannah,

I wanted to personally thank you for everything you did for me this weekend. For a girl who has never broken a bone, been punctured with an IV, or even spent more than a couple hours in an Emergency room, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't extremely scared the whole night. As if seeing my elbow protrude sideways wasn't enough of a shock, being told I needed metal put in my arm was the icing on the cake. But knowing I had you two there--to stalk down the nurse for pain meds, constantly check to see if my fingers had feeling, or calm me down every time I freaked out--made a bad experience into a semi-manageable one. Plus, if wasn't for you two, there wouldn't be a list on record of embarrassing things I said while under extreme pain meds. And, Hannah, I'm sorry if loud screams as they reset my bone scarred you for life. That was unintentional.  My mom gets teary eyed when she starts talking about how thankful she is for you two.

Dear Roomies,

Thank you for sacrificing your time and perfect driving record to get me prepared for the hospital. Love more than my ukulele!


Dear SAO,

Even though you all couldn't come to UVA, your endless love and excessive picture taking kept me in a good mood and very calm. Humor and peace were something I desperately needed.


Dear Andy,

I can't thank you enough for donating your apartment to 2 exhausted girls and 1 pathetically incompetent girl for the night. Sacrificing your self to the floor to let me sleep in a bed was incredibly kind and humble.