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talkingsoup) wrote2006-08-11 07:09 pm
talkingsoup) wrote2006-08-11 07:09 pm
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Floating...
I live.
Sort of. I'm kind of just floating through today. I have no intention of doing anything that requires brainwork. So no writing and no reading, either, I'm afraid. I don't think my mind can take any form of concentration.
Man it was weird. We got there at 6:45 and filled out some forms and stuff, and I brought Monster because I was sure I'd be waiting there for an hour or so. But no--five minutes later this guy walks in and calls my name and takes me back to this little alcove behind a curtain. I put the gown on (not...flattering...) and sit down and wait for him to come back. First up is to take blood pressure and make sure my heart is still beating. (Dude, I had no idea that electrodes had goop on em).
Then, the IV. Which of course I'm dreading because I just hate needles. It only hurt when the needle went in, though. I thought they left the needle in the whole time, but I guess not. It's like a little tube, kinda. He taped it up and wandered away and I looked at it. And it's a really weird experience, seeing this tube just kinda disappear into your arm. I could see the saline in the bad dripping down into the bag, which was weird too. My arm got all cold and I started shivering, from the cold and from fear, of course.
Eventually the guy came back and brought me into this room and I laid down on the bed. And then he brought in the two injections--one to knock me out and one painkiller--and stuck em in the tube. I was just kinda watching and wondering how long it would take, and I lay my head down, and I remember the pattern on the ceiling, then...
Not much else.
Let's see, I remember a nurse walking in with a juicebox.
I remember my dad coming in and being all "you're alive" kinda thing.
And, um, the doctor came in and said that--at least I think he said--that like, the bottom of my esophagus was too wide or something? And that it was really, really common, so that there wasn't really anything to worry about? Nothing life threatening, at any rate.
Then I have absolutely no recollection of getting out of the bed, going back downstairs or the drive home. Like, none at all. I know it happened because I was texting Liz the whole time (and when I looked back at my texts later it was funny cause most of them were misspelled). And then I was home and kinda had trouble getting up the stairs--god I was so dizzy--and then I just kinda climbed into bed.
As for Liz--well, she was supposed to come over and keep an eye on me, but yesterday she texted me and sounded like she wasn't digging the idea much. So I let her off the hook. And I'm too spacy right now to be pissed or anything, so whatever.
Anyway, since she wasn't coming over, Dad woke Ben up and asked him to keep an eye on me, sorta. He came into my room and fell asleep on the floor. Me, I slept till 4. No problems. Ben left at elevenish I think, or thereabouts. I was actually kind of impressed with him. He was really good about it and kept asking if I was alright and stuff.
So anyway, I can't drive for the rest of today or sign any legal documents, not that I particularly want to.
I did watch Pink Floyd's The Wall. Since I figured that half-stoned it would make sense.
It didn't.
There were lots of walls and weird flowers and a big metal bird and lots of explosions and cops beating up people and the guy shaving his chest and eyebrows and some evil teachers and, um, lots of blood and then in the end the wall blew up. And hammers. Lots of hammers. And Nazis...I think?
It was well done, though, whatever it was trying to convey. I mean, I did get something out of it--this sense of, like, people build walls between themselves and other people or society or reality and stuff, and what power can do to people, and pretty much that war is hell. It was really dark and just the kind of thing you have to let wash over you.
But like I said, the editing was really well done, and I liked the camera shots a lot. I liked the wall motif. And the "Another Brick in the Wall Pt. 2" sequence with the kids falling into the meat grinder and in the end rioting and burning the school down (retribution!).
There's really not much else to say, other than I love Pink Floyd's music. Although my old Math teacher once said that listening to the album The Wall made him want to kill himself, and now I understand the sentiment.
Score: 6 out of 10
Oh and I have four reviews already on my fanfic. Is that normal?? I wasn't even expecting people to read it at all. Woot.
My throat feels kinda like I've got stones stuck in it.
Sort of. I'm kind of just floating through today. I have no intention of doing anything that requires brainwork. So no writing and no reading, either, I'm afraid. I don't think my mind can take any form of concentration.
Man it was weird. We got there at 6:45 and filled out some forms and stuff, and I brought Monster because I was sure I'd be waiting there for an hour or so. But no--five minutes later this guy walks in and calls my name and takes me back to this little alcove behind a curtain. I put the gown on (not...flattering...) and sit down and wait for him to come back. First up is to take blood pressure and make sure my heart is still beating. (Dude, I had no idea that electrodes had goop on em).
Then, the IV. Which of course I'm dreading because I just hate needles. It only hurt when the needle went in, though. I thought they left the needle in the whole time, but I guess not. It's like a little tube, kinda. He taped it up and wandered away and I looked at it. And it's a really weird experience, seeing this tube just kinda disappear into your arm. I could see the saline in the bad dripping down into the bag, which was weird too. My arm got all cold and I started shivering, from the cold and from fear, of course.
Eventually the guy came back and brought me into this room and I laid down on the bed. And then he brought in the two injections--one to knock me out and one painkiller--and stuck em in the tube. I was just kinda watching and wondering how long it would take, and I lay my head down, and I remember the pattern on the ceiling, then...
Not much else.
Let's see, I remember a nurse walking in with a juicebox.
I remember my dad coming in and being all "you're alive" kinda thing.
And, um, the doctor came in and said that--at least I think he said--that like, the bottom of my esophagus was too wide or something? And that it was really, really common, so that there wasn't really anything to worry about? Nothing life threatening, at any rate.
Then I have absolutely no recollection of getting out of the bed, going back downstairs or the drive home. Like, none at all. I know it happened because I was texting Liz the whole time (and when I looked back at my texts later it was funny cause most of them were misspelled). And then I was home and kinda had trouble getting up the stairs--god I was so dizzy--and then I just kinda climbed into bed.
As for Liz--well, she was supposed to come over and keep an eye on me, but yesterday she texted me and sounded like she wasn't digging the idea much. So I let her off the hook. And I'm too spacy right now to be pissed or anything, so whatever.
Anyway, since she wasn't coming over, Dad woke Ben up and asked him to keep an eye on me, sorta. He came into my room and fell asleep on the floor. Me, I slept till 4. No problems. Ben left at elevenish I think, or thereabouts. I was actually kind of impressed with him. He was really good about it and kept asking if I was alright and stuff.
So anyway, I can't drive for the rest of today or sign any legal documents, not that I particularly want to.
I did watch Pink Floyd's The Wall. Since I figured that half-stoned it would make sense.
It didn't.
There were lots of walls and weird flowers and a big metal bird and lots of explosions and cops beating up people and the guy shaving his chest and eyebrows and some evil teachers and, um, lots of blood and then in the end the wall blew up. And hammers. Lots of hammers. And Nazis...I think?
It was well done, though, whatever it was trying to convey. I mean, I did get something out of it--this sense of, like, people build walls between themselves and other people or society or reality and stuff, and what power can do to people, and pretty much that war is hell. It was really dark and just the kind of thing you have to let wash over you.
But like I said, the editing was really well done, and I liked the camera shots a lot. I liked the wall motif. And the "Another Brick in the Wall Pt. 2" sequence with the kids falling into the meat grinder and in the end rioting and burning the school down (retribution!).
There's really not much else to say, other than I love Pink Floyd's music. Although my old Math teacher once said that listening to the album The Wall made him want to kill himself, and now I understand the sentiment.
Score: 6 out of 10
Oh and I have four reviews already on my fanfic. Is that normal?? I wasn't even expecting people to read it at all. Woot.
My throat feels kinda like I've got stones stuck in it.