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I had to go to the hospital with a cracked neck

I have been recovering from the latest in a string of head injuries to my head.

The first was my head, which has been cracked since late October, but then I went to the emergency room with a concussion.

I was in and out of consciousness, my brain was so damaged, I didn’t know what was happening.

This was on a Saturday morning, and it was late.

I was told to lie on my side on the bed.

But I knew the doctors would not let me do that, and they put me on an IV drip and they started me on a blood thinner and then the IV was shut off and I went in a coma.

My head was broken.

The doctors said that it would be three months until I could go back to school, but now they told me that they were going to keep me there for six months.

I had never seen that in my entire life.

They said, “We are going to do everything we can to make you healthy, but we are going not to be able to get you back.”

I started to cry and I was scared to death.

They gave me medication to make me feel better.

I went home that night, and I cried until I couldn’t cry.

And then, the next day, I went out for the first time since the injury.

At that point, I was in bed, and a nurse put a towel on me and told me, “You are awake.”

Then, I said, I don’t know.

I couldn.

I wasn’t feeling well, and then I said I didn`t know if I was going to make it.

It was just so frustrating.

I wanted to cry, but I was just sitting there, I wasn`t saying anything.

I just felt like I couldn`t believe that my head was going the way it was.

I said to the nurse, “I don`t want to go home.”

I had a lot of thoughts going through my head about why I had that injury, but the nurse just put a pillow over my head and said, “”Your head is not broken, but your body is.

So, you are going home.””

I told my husband I wanted him to help me.

I told him I was fine.

I didn�t want him to worry.

I never thought he would be able help me, but he was able to help.

“My husband has been an avid hockey player and a strong person.

He said he would have been able to see me again at home.

“They put me in a tube, and after a while, they told us that I was about to die. “

I was bleeding from my head,” he said.

“They put me in a tube, and after a while, they told us that I was about to die.

I think I was supposed to go in there, but they didn` t tell us that.

They put me into an induced coma and I woke up in the ICU.”

My doctor said he had been watching me the entire time and that he could not figure out what was wrong.

He told me he thought I had been given steroids and that I needed to go into a drug rehab center to get the steroids.

When I got home, I just wanted to scream and cry, and just cry and cry.

I cried and I told my boyfriend, “If this was in the hospital, I would have cried like a baby.”He said, �If it was in my house, I’d have cried a lot harder than I do now.