check urself b4 u wreck urself
today is the first day i feel even semi-recovered from the weekend. it was quite a trip to say the least. gemma's been working on this music festival that took place saturday. she was busy backstage all day (only got to see her once), and after it was over, i just took off with some friends since i figured she'd have neither the time nor phone credit to sms and meet up with me. after a long ride in a shuttle bus, we switched to the s-bahn, then a night bus, then the s-bahn again. so much for it being called "berlin" festival. anyway.
about 2 hours later, i was finally getting close to home (only about 4 stops away) when i got a call from one of gemma's co-workers that she had collapsed and was taken to a hospital. in order for her to be released she needed to show her passport and various irish health insurance paperwork. which meant i had to make my way all the way out back to bumblefuck berlin. not a problem at all, right? considering it was taking me longer to get my krankengeld since my doctor fucked up and i therefore only had 50 cents left in my pocket and had already overdrawn my bank account to finance the day at the festival since. fin a.
it was about 4am when i got home. i think i took a catnap inbetween phone tagging various irish acquaintances/coworkers of gemma's to get a ride out to the hospital. at about 5am i left to catch a taxi to get money from the festival organizer's sister to get out to gemma. so a taxi, an s-bahn and regional train ride, and another taxi later, i finally made it to the hospital by about 8am. fucking freezing hell.
then gemma couldn't even be released yet (as they had led me to believe). so i visited for about an hour and headed back, making it home just in time for a quick snack and a nap before having to work from 1 to 6pm. was dreading having to pick her up the next day, but luckily someone else with a car did. what a fucking relief.
the fact that gemma landed in the hospital (due to sleep deprivation and undernourishment compounded by alcohol and pot consumption) was fing stressful enough without having to trekk through half of germany to pick her up. i was a total wreck all that day. i even fing started crying when one of my co-workers asked me how the festival was. all i could think of was gemma's heart standing still two times in the ambulance on the way to the clinic. next time there's alcohol and pot in the same room, i'm shoving a fing doener and a bottle of water down her throat before she has time to even think about touching either.
about 2 hours later, i was finally getting close to home (only about 4 stops away) when i got a call from one of gemma's co-workers that she had collapsed and was taken to a hospital. in order for her to be released she needed to show her passport and various irish health insurance paperwork. which meant i had to make my way all the way out back to bumblefuck berlin. not a problem at all, right? considering it was taking me longer to get my krankengeld since my doctor fucked up and i therefore only had 50 cents left in my pocket and had already overdrawn my bank account to finance the day at the festival since. fin a.
it was about 4am when i got home. i think i took a catnap inbetween phone tagging various irish acquaintances/coworkers of gemma's to get a ride out to the hospital. at about 5am i left to catch a taxi to get money from the festival organizer's sister to get out to gemma. so a taxi, an s-bahn and regional train ride, and another taxi later, i finally made it to the hospital by about 8am. fucking freezing hell.
then gemma couldn't even be released yet (as they had led me to believe). so i visited for about an hour and headed back, making it home just in time for a quick snack and a nap before having to work from 1 to 6pm. was dreading having to pick her up the next day, but luckily someone else with a car did. what a fucking relief.
the fact that gemma landed in the hospital (due to sleep deprivation and undernourishment compounded by alcohol and pot consumption) was fing stressful enough without having to trekk through half of germany to pick her up. i was a total wreck all that day. i even fing started crying when one of my co-workers asked me how the festival was. all i could think of was gemma's heart standing still two times in the ambulance on the way to the clinic. next time there's alcohol and pot in the same room, i'm shoving a fing doener and a bottle of water down her throat before she has time to even think about touching either.