You can't kill me that easily
SoOoo last night was a bit crazy. From what I remember. Gotta love those late night ER trips. At least they're open later than Wendy's. The night started normally enough, Whitey and Lesley and I were sitting around chatting, and we decided to go get a movie, Nate and Mackey came with us. We rented Alfie and the original Amityville Horror. We watched Alfie in our common room, ended about 12:30ish. Then Whitey and I agreed to go over to watch Amityville Horror over in Stoddard C with Tom, Brian, and Ben. So I settle in on the futon, ask Tom to toss me a Dr. Pepper. I remember missing it and it hitting my knee. From there, you got me until I awaken to everyone standing over me yelling "snap out of it, are you ok?!" I had trouble breathing for a bit. So from the tales of others, I have gathered that I slumped over onto Whitey, then slumped against the back of the futon, my body went rigid, then I started convulsing, with eyes rolling back in my head and making odd gurgling and choking sounds. At first they thought I was kidding and trying to set the mood for a horror movie, but it became clear pretty quick that wasn't the case. Sooo they called WPI EMS and i had come to by the time they got there. They decided to call an ambulance anyhow to get me checked out, so I got toted out of Stoddard on a stretcher into an ambulance headed for UMass Med with sirens and lights flashing. The paramedic was really nice. I had on my frog slippers at the time and all the EMTs were very jealous and wished they had a pair to be as cool as me. The paramedic in the back also sang Debbie Gibson and Brass Monkey to me all the way there. Whitey rode in the ambulance with me. Soooo then I was hooked to 17 different wires that all did some useless function. My nurse was a douchebag, she absolutley stabbed me with the IV, twice in fact. (P.S. Go pee before they stick you, IV poles are not easy to navigate to bathrooms.) SoOo then I laid there for a few hours while they ran all their useless tests, and they decided to inform me that I had had a seizure. Well no kidding Doogie Howser. They couldnt tell me why, gee, im so glad my insurance will be paying them. However there was some amusement. The guy next to me had been in a bar fight at Sh-Boom's and been stabbed in the face with a beer bottle, and still drunk. He was spitting blood and cursing at cops, and all his visiting friends were drunk and flailing about and overall just provding my amusement since there was no clock for me to watch tick and 17 wires prevented much movement. About 4 am they decided since they couldnt find anything wrong they were going to let me go. My douchebag of a nurse snatched the IV out of my arm, tearing out a patch of hair and making my arm bleed like crazy. I soaked 2 gauze pads, no one should bleed like that from IV removal. I should sue the dumb bitch. However, I am home now, feeling a little worse for the wear, but alive. I had a follow up today at the WPI health center, they are running a few additional tests on my blood sugar and such so we'll see, I'm sure everything will turn up nothing cuz my body just likes to be random like that. I called my parents to let them know and they were like crying, im like helllllo, little late, im fine, i called you, im talking arent I? whatever, parents, go figure. Anyhow, thats my story. I am invincible, recovering from the brink of death weekly. I should get my own reality show or sitcom or something. Then I could pay all these hospital bills.