The West Edmonton Mall trip was awesome this year, in my opinion better than the last two years, and I came back with a good story that I may be able to fit into a Club talk, I just don't know how yet.
About a half an hour after we got into the water park, we had already gone down some slides, and we decided to wade into the wave pool, where all the crazy Vernon grade 9 guys were jumping around in the waves.
As I got to waist deep water, a huge wave came up and flipped over a bunch of kids on inner tubes, about ten feet in front of me. All I remember is a girl getting thrown through the air at me, and then something really solid connecting bang on with my eye. It must have been a knee, too big to be an elbow and too small to be a head.
Surprised that I wasn't knocked unconscious, I found my way to the medical room where the attendant checked my vitals to make sure I was okay. He was concerned that the pupil of my right eye was really small compared to the pupil of my left eye, so he told me I should go to the hospital to make sure that I didn't have post-concussion syndrome.
So I walked over there and waited for three hours in emergency, when the resident doctor took me into the ophthamoligist room and checked my eye out. My vision was fine, but she also put a yellow dye into my eye to see if she could see any abrasions. There were none, but my eye was a bright yellow for three hours afterward (no Kari, I did not Photoshop the picture).
The next day is when a purple mark showed up underneath my eye, and that is what I'm still carrying around today, which I think makes me look pretty tough. Pretty tough except for the fact that everyone on the trip is telling everyone else that a ten-year-old girl gave me a black eye. I guess it's true.