tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732399.post6435327691991058742..comments2023-04-10T03:14:18.712-05:00Comments on Adrianne Jayne Young: Personal History #4AdrianneJaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13041715222036885857noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732399.post-39804631147545069832010-06-09T09:38:06.277-05:002010-06-09T09:38:06.277-05:00Toe scab??!!?! YOU ARE KINDA NASTY. I love it.Toe scab??!!?! YOU ARE KINDA NASTY. I love it.Bonniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11320093283951303838noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732399.post-7870159683802978062010-06-08T23:26:03.342-05:002010-06-08T23:26:03.342-05:00Woah. You have a really awesome memory.
Also...my ...Woah. You have a really awesome memory.<br />Also...my sister and I are 10 years apart and like almost exactly the same things.<br />funny!<br /><br />and you kept your gross toe scab?!?<br />hahahaha!!!!Sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04865527693613066912noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732399.post-48893803701843455722010-06-08T20:00:20.245-05:002010-06-08T20:00:20.245-05:00wow I'm impressed you remember so many details...wow I'm impressed you remember so many details. Here's a few more...<br /><br />When we saw your toes got chopped off I remember screaming to Jordan who was in the house and she wouldn't come out and was just like, "whAT?!" It took about a minute or so for her to actually understand that this was a big deal. I also remember hearing Jordan say the word, "paramedic" and I thought, whoa my sister is smart.<br /><br />For years and years you could still follow the drops of blood stains all over the pavement and up each step to the deck. I used to look for them.<br /><br />They made me ride in the ambulance with you and I was so mad/scared because I didn't want to. By the way, you were 3 I believe. And then I was SO MAD that they didn't even turn on the siren...I mean...this was an EMERGENCY.<br /><br />I will never forget sitting on a hard, cold chair in the middle of the hospital hallway outside the door where they were working on you. I was so scared, lost, and crying. I had to have been able to read, but it seemed like I had no idea where to go so I just sat there. No one talked to me or helped me. For HOURS.<br /><br />Finally I got so tired of being lost that I wandered down the hallway, took a right through some double doors, and found myself in a huge, comfortable waiting room where Jordan, Bremen, and maybe Mom were waiting. RELIEF!!<br /><br />Oh yeah, don't forget that the whole family went to Worlds of Fun that night after the hospital. I was mad a mom because I didn't think you were well enough to be outside. She was all like, "Adrianne's FINE!" and pushed you around in a wheelchair and then would lift you out to sit in a ride and then put you back in the wheelchair.Maggiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05872870228242147064noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732399.post-47419306251275835902010-06-08T18:48:07.147-05:002010-06-08T18:48:07.147-05:00I remember that! You poor baby!!I remember that! You poor baby!!The Wettstein Familyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02002901341138722497noreply@blogger.com