Entry 84
Cultural event
24/8
Today is my first day writing in my diary again. I am still working very hard to be able to write. My hair is started to grow back after the surgery. It itches a lot.
Doctor Fergason did a very good job. The scar is very small.
I don't remember the accident. I sort of remember the helocoter. I remember a very attractive paramedic over me telling me I had had a diving accident.
Then I remember being very tired and my head wrapped in bandages.
Papa said I slipped on the spring board and hit my head on the side of the pool.
I think I might have almost died.
Alex has visited a few times. That's how I got my diary. He brought it to St. Mary's. Hes a good friend and he has pretty blue eyes.
Annie has been here most days. I feel really bad. I've been here at the hospital since mid-July. That means I missed her birthday and she probably spent her birthday at the hospital . I don't remember her birthday. I think I slept most of the day because of the medication. That pain medicine is very strong.
Today my great grandmother came to the hospital to visit me. She is the Queen so it was a very big deal.
Okay. My head hurts and I am tired.
