Death to the umpteenth degree.

[marzypants]

Yeah.. so.. I definitely fell off the hill of death last night while I was sledding. I don't even remember going down the hill, all I remember is sitting in the snow with Joe Fusco, Christina, and Rick all circled around me asking me if I'm okay. I vaguely remember them calling my name when I was laying there. Joe says I was sitting there for a while crawled up in fetal position not responding to them. According to Joe, I went flying off the ledge, lost my tube, flipped upside-down (yes this is all in mid-air), and landed on the pavement. Joe tried making conversation with me about bowling the previous night.. I didn't remember anything. I didn't even remember going bowling. It was terrible. My pupils were all big like the guy in Limp Bizkit. What was great, though, is that after I finally came to, I lifted up my head and was like "That was.. AWESOME!" haha which I don't remember at all. Also, Joe kept telling me how bad ass that was and kept singing "She's a Rebel" to me and that made me so happy that I would say "YEEAH" and fling my arms up.. then proceed to yell at him for making me lift my arm lol. I think we went to Starbucks after. Yeah.. yeah, we did. Joe was really nice and kept me awake so I didn't die. Hooray for Joe! When I got home I left a note on the marker board in my kitchen saying I fell and think I have a concussion and my shoulder is hurt really bad. Don't ask why I didn't wake anyone up, cuz I couldn't tell ya. So about 45 minutes later my dad must have seen the note cuz he comes barging into my bedroom, causing me to wake up, and goes "Mary! You're not supposed to sleep if you have a concussion!" and proceeds to open one of my eyes I'm like "Daddd.. my eyes aren't big anymoreee.. blkajdafhi... grumble grumble.." and with that, he left. Every time I moved in my bed I got extremely dizzy and I couldn't sleep any other way but on my back cuz my shoulder hurts so bad. When I woke up this morning I was still dizzy like whoa and still in so much pain. My mom called and I started crying telling her I'm dizzy and ouchy and she said she's coming home from work and taking me to the hospital. I decide I'm gonna take a shower first. Not a smart move. It was the most difficult shower I have ever taken. Washing my hair was a feat in itself. Oh dear me the horror. Then I got outta the shower after much trials and tribulations and then.. I barfed. It sucked. So then I went to the hospital, got x-rayed, sat there for hours, all that fun stuff, and here I am with prescriptions up the wazoo, a concussion, a sling on my arm, and a possible torn rotator cuff. Yipee! Not to mention I missed one of the most important meetings of my career today cuz of this shit. It's constant. The forces of nature are against me. Bah, I'm going to watch Suburbia.

I <3 Christina, Joe, and Rick! Thanks for caring about me and being so awesome! ;D