2 nights in the hospital and all I got was this sweet black eye!
No seriously. I had kind of a bicycle mishap on saturday that landed me in the ICU for a night. But don't worry, it really wasn't as bad as the cat-scan operators were making it out to be, I swear.
Ok, so here's the story: I was taking books back to the library on Saturday afternoon, riding my bike up 20th st. I was crossing Market st. and riding next to some ridiculously large SUV. He sped up, and a car that was waiting to turn left turned around him and didn't have time to stop. Needless to say, she hit me straight on, perpendicular style. I was thrown from my bike... but luckily my face cushioned my fall. (wait... did I say luckily?) I dragged myself off the pavement and stumbled out of traffic and onto the curb where I was surrounded by amazing people with a surprising amount of tissue travel packs. I was bleeding pretty bad from my face... all over my brand new jacket. (damnit!) They called 911, I got strapped to one of those boards and rushed to the hospital where they proceeded to CUT OFF ALL OF MY CLOTHES!! GAH!! They cut off my favorite jeans, the new jacket and my HARRY AND THE POTTERS T-SHIRT! (I swear that hurt more than the crash... I would have started crying if they hadn't just injected me with morphine.) Anyway, I was poked and prodded and x-rayed and cat-scanned, wheeled into a corridor and pretty much abandoned. I hung out there for a while.. Adam (love of my life) came and hung out with me... apparently I was quite a mess.. I had luckily lost my glasses at some point, so I was spared seeing myself in such a state. After a while a doctor came by and said this:
"So... we found something on your cat-scan. You could either be bleeding inside your skull OR there could just be a smudge on the photo." (!?!???!??!!!?!??!??!???!!!) "Just in case, we're going to keep you tonight in the ICU.
Not kidding.
So I spent the first night in the ICU... but luckily they realized that I really WAS fine and moved me to a regular floor the next morning. Unfortunately, by the time they actually got me moved (everything takes forever in Hospitals) all the Physical Therapy guys had gone home for the day, so I had to spend another night. Josh came up (the other love of my life) on sunday, and we hung out, ate indian food, and tried to ignore the fact that I looked a mess.
I finally got discharged on Monday. So now, I'm sitting around at home, limping up and down the stairs (my knee got pretty banged up as well) and acting pretty pathetic. But I look darn tough!
grrrrr! That's right. You don't wanna mess with me!
Anyway, I'm fine, but I thought I'd share the story. Feel free to stop by and bring mushy food! (Or ice cream or cupcakes.)
Ok, so here's the story: I was taking books back to the library on Saturday afternoon, riding my bike up 20th st. I was crossing Market st. and riding next to some ridiculously large SUV. He sped up, and a car that was waiting to turn left turned around him and didn't have time to stop. Needless to say, she hit me straight on, perpendicular style. I was thrown from my bike... but luckily my face cushioned my fall. (wait... did I say luckily?) I dragged myself off the pavement and stumbled out of traffic and onto the curb where I was surrounded by amazing people with a surprising amount of tissue travel packs. I was bleeding pretty bad from my face... all over my brand new jacket. (damnit!) They called 911, I got strapped to one of those boards and rushed to the hospital where they proceeded to CUT OFF ALL OF MY CLOTHES!! GAH!! They cut off my favorite jeans, the new jacket and my HARRY AND THE POTTERS T-SHIRT! (I swear that hurt more than the crash... I would have started crying if they hadn't just injected me with morphine.) Anyway, I was poked and prodded and x-rayed and cat-scanned, wheeled into a corridor and pretty much abandoned. I hung out there for a while.. Adam (love of my life) came and hung out with me... apparently I was quite a mess.. I had luckily lost my glasses at some point, so I was spared seeing myself in such a state. After a while a doctor came by and said this:
"So... we found something on your cat-scan. You could either be bleeding inside your skull OR there could just be a smudge on the photo." (!?!???!??!!!?!??!??!???!!!) "Just in case, we're going to keep you tonight in the ICU.
Not kidding.
So I spent the first night in the ICU... but luckily they realized that I really WAS fine and moved me to a regular floor the next morning. Unfortunately, by the time they actually got me moved (everything takes forever in Hospitals) all the Physical Therapy guys had gone home for the day, so I had to spend another night. Josh came up (the other love of my life) on sunday, and we hung out, ate indian food, and tried to ignore the fact that I looked a mess.
I finally got discharged on Monday. So now, I'm sitting around at home, limping up and down the stairs (my knee got pretty banged up as well) and acting pretty pathetic. But I look darn tough!
grrrrr! That's right. You don't wanna mess with me!
Anyway, I'm fine, but I thought I'd share the story. Feel free to stop by and bring mushy food! (Or ice cream or cupcakes.)