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16 years ago
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It's true that you learn something every day if you're paying attention.
Two weeks ago I taught the attendants of SOCH hospital's emergency room that ultra strength tylenol does nothing for a man who's bleeding out. It's like putting a band-aid over a bullet hole. Not going to do the job. Try again, buddy.
It took eight hours of being in the emergency room until they realized, "Oh fuck, this guy is going to die. We need to get him into surgery like.. two hours ago." After the fact of internal blood loss (although if it's still inside of you, is it really lost?), Grandpa clarified just what happened when 4am rolled around and they pushed me under the knife. Apparently one of the problems was that my appendix decided to rebel. Didn't feel like it was being appropriately represented and wanted out. So it decided to sabotage my insides on the way out. So that was awesome.
It had happened Thursday, denied it attention until Saturday and at mom's birthday her and my aunt told me I looked like death. After dinner they told me to get home and rest. So I sort of did. But instead of rest I ended up passing out, coming up out of it, then going under again. If Diddle hadn't drunkenly ran my door down I'm pretty sure I'd be six feet under. Her, Bryan and Chris got me downstairs. They'd been drinking all night but apparently my zombie like visage was enough of a sobering sight to realize shit was going down. Mom had become paranoid that I wasn't answering my phone once I got home so she came by, took me to the E-room with Bryan's help.
Apparently grandpa got there immediately which I'm a little surprised about. Aunt Donna came in for a visit during my three night stay. The day after the surgery the roommates came in and refused to leave until the nurses started fussing which sort of made me happy.
Once I got out on Tuesday I packed for the convention I'd been waiting all damn year for. Jamie picked me up at 2am, got up into north PA by 10. Jamie crashed immediately so Matt and I went out to walk around the city for a while. We began meeting people the moment we walked out front of the hotel. Friendliest damn Canadians and Germans I've ever met attending the con. Hung out throughout the entire convention. I haven't had that much fun in a long time.
As for the current situation I've got a lot of shit out the way. Certification for teaching and enrolled in the new college. done with. Out of the way. Fu~~ck that. Done.
This Friday will be Chris's 21st birthday so he's basically invited all of New Jersey to our home. Needless to say, he's very excited. He's apparently got all of his friends from north jersey coming down which will be interestingly obnoxious. Although, if they can put with Chris and his antics then they can't be all that bad. Saturday night we'll be invading Atlantic City. It being Chris's day, he's going to get sloppy as will his girlfriend Danny. So it's up to Bryan, Diddle or myself to drive. After hearing Bryan and Diddle's mischievous and unsettling stories of how they've used the "thumbs on the line" driving strategy to getting home from a heavy drinking night in Atlantic City, it'll probably be up to me to get us home alive.
Fucking babysitting.
... of course Bryan is 27 and Diddle is the same age as me. Regardless. They're big, sloppy drunken yahoos. Wouldn't have them any other way, of course. Keeps the house interesting.
Edit: In the hospital again. Wounds opened up. Hating SOCH oh so very much right now. So very, very much.
Two weeks ago I taught the attendants of SOCH hospital's emergency room that ultra strength tylenol does nothing for a man who's bleeding out. It's like putting a band-aid over a bullet hole. Not going to do the job. Try again, buddy.
It took eight hours of being in the emergency room until they realized, "Oh fuck, this guy is going to die. We need to get him into surgery like.. two hours ago." After the fact of internal blood loss (although if it's still inside of you, is it really lost?), Grandpa clarified just what happened when 4am rolled around and they pushed me under the knife. Apparently one of the problems was that my appendix decided to rebel. Didn't feel like it was being appropriately represented and wanted out. So it decided to sabotage my insides on the way out. So that was awesome.
It had happened Thursday, denied it attention until Saturday and at mom's birthday her and my aunt told me I looked like death. After dinner they told me to get home and rest. So I sort of did. But instead of rest I ended up passing out, coming up out of it, then going under again. If Diddle hadn't drunkenly ran my door down I'm pretty sure I'd be six feet under. Her, Bryan and Chris got me downstairs. They'd been drinking all night but apparently my zombie like visage was enough of a sobering sight to realize shit was going down. Mom had become paranoid that I wasn't answering my phone once I got home so she came by, took me to the E-room with Bryan's help.
Apparently grandpa got there immediately which I'm a little surprised about. Aunt Donna came in for a visit during my three night stay. The day after the surgery the roommates came in and refused to leave until the nurses started fussing which sort of made me happy.
Once I got out on Tuesday I packed for the convention I'd been waiting all damn year for. Jamie picked me up at 2am, got up into north PA by 10. Jamie crashed immediately so Matt and I went out to walk around the city for a while. We began meeting people the moment we walked out front of the hotel. Friendliest damn Canadians and Germans I've ever met attending the con. Hung out throughout the entire convention. I haven't had that much fun in a long time.
As for the current situation I've got a lot of shit out the way. Certification for teaching and enrolled in the new college. done with. Out of the way. Fu~~ck that. Done.
This Friday will be Chris's 21st birthday so he's basically invited all of New Jersey to our home. Needless to say, he's very excited. He's apparently got all of his friends from north jersey coming down which will be interestingly obnoxious. Although, if they can put with Chris and his antics then they can't be all that bad. Saturday night we'll be invading Atlantic City. It being Chris's day, he's going to get sloppy as will his girlfriend Danny. So it's up to Bryan, Diddle or myself to drive. After hearing Bryan and Diddle's mischievous and unsettling stories of how they've used the "thumbs on the line" driving strategy to getting home from a heavy drinking night in Atlantic City, it'll probably be up to me to get us home alive.
Fucking babysitting.
... of course Bryan is 27 and Diddle is the same age as me. Regardless. They're big, sloppy drunken yahoos. Wouldn't have them any other way, of course. Keeps the house interesting.
Edit: In the hospital again. Wounds opened up. Hating SOCH oh so very much right now. So very, very much.
Vitani
~vitani
they opened up?? ugh...i was just in SOCH ER. they are assholes. i left my papers n script there so later on i called n went to get it. they treated me like a fuckin drug-seeker n refused to give me my script. it not cuz they refused that pissed me off but how they talked to me n treated me...my advice is: GO TO COMMUNITY FROM NOW ON... i know i am. fuckin assholes.....
