A Glimpse In to the Life.. Then & Now.

This was the last picture I took before the wreck. My buddy William and I. I miss looking like this.


















These were a few pictures I took while in the hospital. I had the greatest support system in the world. Wish I'd taken more pictures.

This was taken by one of my best friends, Kerry. My first full day in the hospital. I was in the recovery room after my hip surgery. I've been described as "hardheaded" "spunky" and "tough". The common consensus on this picture was "That's our girl!" I tried my best to stay strong for everyone else. And more than anything, I was trying to convey to my loved ones that I'm still me.

Here, we have Scott & I. He's a very dear friend who is a firefighter. We've run many a call together. He was such great support through all of it, and there from beginning to end. This was the second day in t

he hospital, still in recovery room due to lack of beds.

This is my very best friend, Tina. I was so glad when she finally made it to see me. She's been one of my biggest supporters, and I love her to death. This was Day 4 in the hospital. My shiners were finally starting to heal.

This is also one of my best friends, Rachael. She took time away from her 4 precious baby girls to come visit me. She helped me make a jail break, the one and only time I got to see the great outdoors while I was incarcerated.. I mean, in the hospital. This was Day 6. My eye was still swollen, and the pain was great, but going outside made it a little better.

This was Day 8 in the hospital. I'd had the stitches removed from my eyebrow and under my right eye. This was also the day after the IV fiasco, where I was so dehydrated that they couldn't get an IV in until one of the few decent nurses I had was finally able to get a line. She secured it with gauze because she made sure we weren't going to lose that one too! This was, thankfully, my last night there.

This was my last picture taken at Richland. I was dying for a cigarette, and I was inspired by someone to "grab a cigarette and flip them the one finger salute", so I did. I was so glad to be getting out of there. The pain sucks, but my spirit is so much better at home. Something about a familiar environment and having people around that care helps out.