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I have amazing friends who are capable of doing amazings things and surviving amazing experiences. One of these people is Meg Hall, or as I call her - MegaDeath!

Meg has survived many situations that would have claimed some people's lives. I warn you now that one of these stories is not for the faint of heart. Please check back frequently for more Meg stories.


Did you hear that rip?
The setting: Grover, Utah - about two years ago.

Meg was down in Grover with some friends enjoying a nice weekend of camping. The trip had gone succesful for the most part, right up until that fateful moment. Meg and her friend went out on a Gator to ride around for a while. For those of you who don't know what a Gator is- it's a six-wheeler ATV. Meg and her friend get out on this Gator and spend some great time on it - being very safe responsible adults.

Well they turned a corner a little too fast and Meg wasn't paying attention so she had to brace herself quickly so she wouldn't fall off. Majority of her body leaned one way and Meg put her other leg down to try and stop herself from falling off the Gator. Before Meg knew what happened her leg was pulled inbetween the three wheels on one side and she was yanked off. Her body had turned into a wish bone. The majority of her body was still a top the Gator, but her leg was being pulled under the wheel and it basically made her do the splits - half on top of the gator the other half under the Gator.

Her friend quickly stopped the Gator to see what was going on. Meg was laying on the ground and not really sure what was going on. She was in extreme pain and her legs were throbbing.

Now, by some miracle, they happened to be near a girls camp site that had a paramedic in their group. He saw what happened and ran over to help. Meg was still unsure of exactly what was going on - she only knew she could barely move her legs.

As Meg was laying there, her friends were slowly making their way over to see what was going on and how they needed to help. One of Meg's friends was talking to her and Meg told her friend that she was embarassed because somehow during the accident she had peed her pants and she could feel the wetness on her legs and pants. Meg's friends face just froze and then explained to Meg that it was actually blood. From her waist down her legs, Meg was covered in blood. She was cut somewhere and was bleeding pretty bad.

They called for an ambulance and when they arrived they informed meg that they were going to have to cut her pants off so they could see where her cut was. Good ol' Meg was concerned that her new great jeans were going to be cut and ruined (she was still in shock and wasn't grasping what was going on). They realize that Meg's cut is more of a tear. Meg has torn herself from hole to hole (if you know what I mean).

She gets in the ambulance and heads for the hospital. She meets with the Dr and he breaks the news to her. Meg has suffered a level 6 episiotomy! Guys, if you don't know what this is, ask a girl. Girls - I'm sure you're all crossing your legs right about now.

Meg was speechless. When she was pulled under the Gator and the wishbone effect happened - it literally tore her in half.

Meg was a trooper though. She was lifeflighted back to Salt Lake and was treated here and then put on heavy restrictions. She could barely walk, her legs looked like someone has beaten them with a bat and she really couldn't sit down. She was basically on bed rest for the first few weeks.

For those of you who know Meg - this is only one of her amazing stories and she tells this one much better. For those who know her really well and got to her legs after the accident -well, we all said our prayers that night and expressed gratitude for our ability to walk and sit down.

Meg eventually healed and we were able to take advantage of her handicap parking pass that she had for several months till she was able to handle walking long distances. Meg, you're one tough chick!

Comments

Unknown said…
Too bad you don't have any pictures of the accident. You should get some pictures of the bruising from Meg. I know she's got some good ones.
Charity said…
Did she leave the party with her jacket wrapped around her waist?




Extra points if you get that joke.



Once again, this is not Charity.

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