So I’m not dying…
Sometimes unexplainable events occur…or maybe they do have an explanation, but no one happens to know what it is. This past Sunday I spent my afternoon/night in the ER, freaking out my parents and family considerably. SInce my release from the hospital I was taken back to my hometown by my parents to see our family doctor and give me a rest so a repeat performance does not occur. The following is an account of the incident as best my addled brain could remember.
On Sunday afternoon I was oil painting on the sixth floor at Kendall. I felt a bit woozy around 3 so I decided to take a break and get something to eat. I headed to Jimmy Johns, got a sub, and headed back to the school’s commons (Basement) to devour it. I took about two bites of my sandwich and the next thing I know I’m waking up roughly two hours later with abrasions on my chin and upper lip and bruises on my nose and forehead. I shortly thereafter began vomiting in a near by trash can. I made my way to my car and drove myself home. Once at home I came upon my roommate who was at her car and she was looking at me very perplexed (abrasions on face) and I then vomited again inside. Elise (roommate) offered to take me to the emergency room and I accepted. While there I threw up some more and felt super cold. I was hooked up to an iv drip, had a cat scan, and they did some tests while I was huddled under about six blankets (still cold). The cat scan showed us nothing as did all the tests so they sent me home theorizing I had a seizure and I should see a neurologist. It was decided that my parents were going to come get me from GR and take me home to see the family doctor for a second opinion. After over a thousand dollars in tests nothing has been determined, freak occurrence and it’ll hopefully never happen again. Thank you for anyone who called me out of concern…or was that just gossip?
Squirrel Poo and Sex Education…
I wrote a whole epic post on birthdays, and homeless guys, and cake and whatnot, but I accidently deleted it. I don’t feel like rewriting it all so instead let us talk about Squirrel poop. Yes, Squirrel poop. When my mother came up to visit this weekend she told me of her latest obsession, why has she never seen a squirrel poop or any of their droppings? Squirrels are everywhere, so why not there fecal matter? Well, they do actually poop.
Proof!
I also helped some teenager girls find the sex books. They were wandering around browsing the shelves, but apparently looking for someone young enough and non-judgmental looking to point them in the right direction. Take that Sarah Palin I am helping provide teens with sex education materials. Bwhahahahaha!.
Ugh…I hate patrons
Working at a library one expects mispronounciations to come up amongst the patrons. Today I was called a libarian, but not by a child, but by an adult male. Now I normally wouldn’t make fun of someone for this (okay that is probably a lie) but he did two things that I absolutely hate, so he is fair game.
1) Yelling to me from your computer. I am a human being, please get your lazy ass up and walk to my desk if you have a question. This is a librarym so don’t yell across the room for me.
2) When he finally did get up and come to the desk (I ignored him when he yelled across the room) he interupted while I was helping another patron. Wait your turn pal, the computer isn’t going anywhere.
So he gets up to the desk and says his card isn’t working. Do you want to know why your card wasn’t working? Do you? It’s because you left off the last digit of your card #, dumbass that’s why. After getting him on the Internet, he then comes up to ask if he can use our phones (desk phone not pay phone) to call the unemployment agency. What the hell?
I’ve been at the library since noon and have been up since 7:30 am, running on about 5 hours of sleep…ugh, I hate patrons
I’m tired and have too much beer…yes I’m lame and I know it
I’m tired of classes. It’s sad, it has only been a month and I’m already worn out. I painted five self portraits this weekend, I only needed three, but I didn’t like two of them so I redid them. I was a little worried since I did all of them like the day before they were due. Normally this would result in my stuff looking craptacular in comparison to everyone elses, but guess what…they sucked too! Half the class failed to show, two didn’t finish the assignment, and three did it wrong. Weirdly enough in spite of this miracle mine ended up getting torn apart during critque. It was all nit picky stuff, but annoying considering everyone else was getting kid-gloves critique. Oh well…maybe I’ll get the pansy critque in Abstract Painting, because in abstract I’m a sped. I don’t really understand how one does Abstract painting wrong, but apparently it is possible and I’m doing it.
Bill left too much beer in my fridge (thanks Bill) and now my roommate is planning to take it back to Lansing to give her friends. Please come and partake of the 20 something PBR that is sitting in my fridge. I would take care of it all myself, but I don’t drink alone so come help a girl out.
