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?
Bordom makes the world go round…
I am typically a great employee, really I am, but right now…not so much. In my defense I’ve been left alone at the desk, it’s incredibly slow, they have taken away the tedious comma project (see previous post) and I cannot go off to do any away from desk tasks. Todays bout of slacking is particularly bad because to my left at the SBRC is the big boss of the library typing away on one of the computers (OMG! I think I just saw her on facebook) and I must say the typing skills are lacking. Her fingers are posed over the keyboards, but when finger comes to key its really slow, almost like pecking. Enough about my work ethic, lets talk about my not so interesting day.
I woke up at 8:30 and decided to sleep until 9. When I woke up at 9 I decided 9:30 sounded better. Unfortunately, directly after dismissing my alarm my phone started ringing; it was work. After having about a 1/2 second panic that I had overslept I answered (I didn’t work until 4 P.M. today). My boss was calling me to ask about the Sunday schedule (which was extremely imperative at the moment, but for some reason seemed worth waking me up for). Coming to the conclusion that fate wanted me to wake up I did and it was good. I read my book waiting for my roommate to finish up her shower so I could take my turn at de-stinkafying myself. After we were both squeaky clean and my discovering a vast amount of bug bites all over my body, which had not been there the night before, we went to the Farmers Market. The Farmers Market is my new favorite place. We went with twenty dollars and got a nice haul with change to spare. It is a most notable day for today is the first time our fridge has been full in the history of time. Amazing. Ate cucumber sandwiches for lunch, read some more, watched some Olympics, and made my bed (oh so interesting, I know).
Now I am at work and bored out of my skull and a little cold…why is the library so cold? I think they are trying to freeze us in time so they can use us as a museum in the future. I suppose the exhibit could be called “The last of the Intelligent people and those they serve” or something more interesting that I currently cannot fathom. Ugh… someone is playing their music too loud and I don’t want to yell at them…they almost never listen or they turn it down and then turn it back up two minutes later.
Alright I have no more to say, not that anything I’ve typed out has been severely entertaining.
