hospital...extended remix
(posted this to my blog at myspace, but thought i should put it here too so 'everyone' knows why i look so hideous.)
wow. what an easter. the ER? me? hrmph.
so here's what happened...the extended remix.
saturday afternoon i went to the white sox game...it was bitterly cold and i saw every pitch. i couldn't feel my toes by the 7th inning stretch. the game was great, the sox won...i only had a pepsi. i don't like drinking at games. i know...i'm weird. that evening i felt tired so around 10pm i decided to nap. i woke around midnight or so...had some food, a couple beers...took a shower and generally just lounged around watching tv...rcn had free hbo and cinemax playing so i was bouncing around the premium channels. incidently, all things considered...i will NOT be purchasing either of these premium channels. read on. final destination 3 was comical, something with keanu reeves was awful, and rules of attraction just plain got to me. i mean seriously and somewhat inexplicably. there was a scene in which a suicide occurs in a bathtub, then another scene with an unsuccessful suicide and a mock suicide. somehow i managed to internalize this rather ridiculous movie so much that it made me sick.
i mean physically ill. i felt weak...nauseous. i stood up from my chair, almost went to my bed but i was afraid of vomiting so i changed course and went to my bathroom. for some reason i need to remove my contacts. somehow, i did. then i felt it coming...moved toward my toilet and fainted...passed out. i fell through my shower curtain and landed face first on the metal soap holder which cut two deep gashes in my mug. one above the left eye and another below my lower lip. scrape my nose, bruise my chin and my eye.
i woke halfway in/halfway out of my tub with blood dripping everywhere. i checked the mirror and instantly know that i am hospital bound. my face is covered in blood so i rinse it with cold water and grab a towel to apply pressure. make it over to my bed and grab my phone. thankfully i get in touch with matthew and he is at my place in minutes getting me together enough to hit the ER.
at illinois masonic around six am. luckily i beat the rush. the staff is helpful and i can't thank matthew enough for being there with me during the nearly six hours in the ER...he really made a tremendous difference for me. getting the sutures was a treat...probably because dr. jason was damn fine and his hands were all over me. well...sort of. :) the ER team decides they want me to stay for observation overnight and i receive a ct scan on my brain, an mri on my torso, and a couple of ekg's...plus numerous blood samples and the requisite tetanus shot. i must say that as easily as i get grossed out, i actually enjoy the feeling of the needle entering my skin...i just can't LOOK at it. oh...and i get attached to heart moniter that i will wear for 24 hours. cool. it was almost like personifying the cyborg i've always dreamt of really becoming.
i get to my room...8264. i decide not to introduce myself to my roommate, an older fellow. he seemed rather cranky. turns out, he had good reason. still, his frequent, 4-letter word laced tirades directed both at his never-dim television and at the medical staff were often very entertaining. "awww....FUCK! what the fuck is this SHIT!...jesus christ..." poor guy. anyhow...my guests were great...my cousin john and his wife ivani, greg, paul, and even my mom and dad drove here from michigan on easter sunday to be there for me.
the food wasn't amazing, but reasonably edible. the staff was helpful and informative. today the lead doctor, dr dunphy came in to my room with his posse--six other doctors 'in-training' or whatever they do. it was like being on grey's anatomy. without the orgasms. so dunphy pronounces me healthy and i am free to go. all is clear...blood tests, brain scan, heart...quite a relief. i like to worry, so you can imagine how my mind was racing.
the folks took me for lunch (potbelly) then they insist on taking me grocery shopping at jewel. they are so giving as parents...more with their time than money these days...but that's what i love.
again...thanks. i am truly grateful for everyone's assistance, assurance, and energies. you have helped me more than i could possibly express. my face will be fine. you know what? maybe it needed a change...a little remodeling. i thought i read somewhere that scars on the face were going to be very fashionable in fall of '07. i'm just a few months early. a trendsetter if you will.
:)
lovelovelove.
wow. what an easter. the ER? me? hrmph.
so here's what happened...the extended remix.
saturday afternoon i went to the white sox game...it was bitterly cold and i saw every pitch. i couldn't feel my toes by the 7th inning stretch. the game was great, the sox won...i only had a pepsi. i don't like drinking at games. i know...i'm weird. that evening i felt tired so around 10pm i decided to nap. i woke around midnight or so...had some food, a couple beers...took a shower and generally just lounged around watching tv...rcn had free hbo and cinemax playing so i was bouncing around the premium channels. incidently, all things considered...i will NOT be purchasing either of these premium channels. read on. final destination 3 was comical, something with keanu reeves was awful, and rules of attraction just plain got to me. i mean seriously and somewhat inexplicably. there was a scene in which a suicide occurs in a bathtub, then another scene with an unsuccessful suicide and a mock suicide. somehow i managed to internalize this rather ridiculous movie so much that it made me sick.
i mean physically ill. i felt weak...nauseous. i stood up from my chair, almost went to my bed but i was afraid of vomiting so i changed course and went to my bathroom. for some reason i need to remove my contacts. somehow, i did. then i felt it coming...moved toward my toilet and fainted...passed out. i fell through my shower curtain and landed face first on the metal soap holder which cut two deep gashes in my mug. one above the left eye and another below my lower lip. scrape my nose, bruise my chin and my eye.
i woke halfway in/halfway out of my tub with blood dripping everywhere. i checked the mirror and instantly know that i am hospital bound. my face is covered in blood so i rinse it with cold water and grab a towel to apply pressure. make it over to my bed and grab my phone. thankfully i get in touch with matthew and he is at my place in minutes getting me together enough to hit the ER.
at illinois masonic around six am. luckily i beat the rush. the staff is helpful and i can't thank matthew enough for being there with me during the nearly six hours in the ER...he really made a tremendous difference for me. getting the sutures was a treat...probably because dr. jason was damn fine and his hands were all over me. well...sort of. :) the ER team decides they want me to stay for observation overnight and i receive a ct scan on my brain, an mri on my torso, and a couple of ekg's...plus numerous blood samples and the requisite tetanus shot. i must say that as easily as i get grossed out, i actually enjoy the feeling of the needle entering my skin...i just can't LOOK at it. oh...and i get attached to heart moniter that i will wear for 24 hours. cool. it was almost like personifying the cyborg i've always dreamt of really becoming.
i get to my room...8264. i decide not to introduce myself to my roommate, an older fellow. he seemed rather cranky. turns out, he had good reason. still, his frequent, 4-letter word laced tirades directed both at his never-dim television and at the medical staff were often very entertaining. "awww....FUCK! what the fuck is this SHIT!...jesus christ..." poor guy. anyhow...my guests were great...my cousin john and his wife ivani, greg, paul, and even my mom and dad drove here from michigan on easter sunday to be there for me.
the food wasn't amazing, but reasonably edible. the staff was helpful and informative. today the lead doctor, dr dunphy came in to my room with his posse--six other doctors 'in-training' or whatever they do. it was like being on grey's anatomy. without the orgasms. so dunphy pronounces me healthy and i am free to go. all is clear...blood tests, brain scan, heart...quite a relief. i like to worry, so you can imagine how my mind was racing.
the folks took me for lunch (potbelly) then they insist on taking me grocery shopping at jewel. they are so giving as parents...more with their time than money these days...but that's what i love.
again...thanks. i am truly grateful for everyone's assistance, assurance, and energies. you have helped me more than i could possibly express. my face will be fine. you know what? maybe it needed a change...a little remodeling. i thought i read somewhere that scars on the face were going to be very fashionable in fall of '07. i'm just a few months early. a trendsetter if you will.
:)
lovelovelove.