Hallelujah came to in a confessional...
Complaining about my suitemates feels like I'm beating the shit out of a dead horse, but this is something I need to share. It's kind of hard to recall the events in the exact way they happened since everything was covered in a haze of anxiety and I was exhausted. I'm consulting the panicky tweets I spammed the other night just to be sure.
Rissa, the roommate that moved into the other suite, had to go the the hospital the other night. She had a bad reaction to some weed, experienced shortness of breath, and then collapsed. I found out yesterday that our friend had to administer CPR three times before they got her downstairs and then to the hospital. D, my other suitemate, and I got a call around 12:30 in the morning demanding we get downstairs because something was wrong with Rissa. A few of our friends helped her into a car while I stayed behind with one guy to look for one of their friends and make sure he was alright.
It took a while, but we eventually found the other guy's roommate and got into his room. He was tired, hungry, and thirsty, but otherwise better off than Rissa. He'd been experiencing insomnia the last couple nights and had started twitching after taking a hit, so he'd left to go to bed. I actually saw him earlier today when we went to eat. He looked fine, though he was acting a little more subdued than usual.
That accomplished, my friend and went about looking for a ride to the hospital to meet up with the rest of our friends. It was nearly 2:00 AM at this point, but we're college students. Of course someone's awake. The guy driving us had been drinking, something I didn't find out until we were pulling in to the hospital, but he swore he'd sobered up. I'm not incredibly religious on principle, but I'm pretty sure I was praying harder last night than I have in my entire life. Yeah...Definitely not a born again Catholic, though.
Once we got into the hospital, the bitch receptionist wouldn't let us see Rissa. We called her mother and told her that Rissa had been having trouble breathing and collapsed, so we'd taken her to the hospital. Then the hospital called her mother and told her that Rissa has experienced breathing problems and collapsed due to cannabis abuse. Hoo boy, I don't wanna know how that turned out.
While phonecalls were being made, the guy that had given Rissa CPR cornered me. He'd taken way more hits than anyone else there (half the people in the waiting room were high, and only two of them weren't with our group), but told me very seriously that their weed had been laced. He swore it was heroine, that he didn't know, and that he felt guilty for bringing Rissa along. I've never had such a serious conversation with someone THAT high before. I kind of fell asleep in the waiting room while listening to The Hold Steady. It seemed almost humorously appropriate. anodyne_geno, if you ever have a friend in the hospital for drug abuse, you're all set.
Somewhere along the line, it was revealed that Rissa had stressed herself out to the point of a panic attack. They gave her something for her anxiety, so, ironically, she actually left the hospital higher than when she went in. Apparently I'm part of that stress, but I can't figure out why. I mostly leave her alone and she has a different schedule from D and I, so...She might be...Lonely, or something. I don't fucking know.
What I do know is this: Rissa swore to never smoke weed again, D hid Rissa's pack of Newports, Rissa confessed that she was afraid to go to sleep last night because she'd blacked out the night before and couldn't remember anything, and the three of us have bonded over Rissa's near-death experience. Rissa is sleeping now, but her and I talked about starting an anime and game club since there aren't enough general interest clubs at JWUC (We ARE a career-oriented university, so it kinda makes sense). Rissa swears that there are a bunch of anime and gaming fans here, but everyone wants to look cook and go clubbing instead of geeking out over anime. PRIVATE SHAAAAAAAAAMES. XD
D and I have agreed that we need to keep an eye on Rissa. I hate the thought of playing mother hen two a girl only a year younger than me, but I don't want another sleepless night in a hospital waiting room. We also talked about starting a softball team, but I don't think that'll pan out. I'mma bring my mitt from home at some point so we can throw, though.
Hoo boy, adventures.
AND NOW FOR SOMETHING MUCH COOLER.
Mom and dad are going to replace me with a puppy. She's too damn cute for me to be pissed off about this. 8D
I was going to sleep in today, but mom called me and demanded I go check my email so I could see her. We played phone tag all morning and eventually decided that my parents are going to go purchase her this weekend, but not take her home until the 25th. October 22nd to the 24th is family weekend here, and they didn't want to bring her with them since their hotel doesn't allow pets. Unfortunately, I couldn't manage a ride home this weekend to see her and won't get the chance to meet her until I got home for Thanksgiving in November.
After a little more phone tag, we decided to name her Lucy. Dad wanted to name her after a Beatles song, mom wanted to name her something from an old tv show, and I wanted to name her something nerdy. "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds," "I Love Lucy," and Lulu from Final Fantasy X. We all kind of went quiet when I suggested it over a three-way call, then dad told me to stop being a brain ninja. XD I even asked for name suggestions on Twitter, but Lucy is just perfect for this pup.
Welp, I need to go shopping. Running out of laundry detergent and duct tape. Guess I should see if Rissa and D are awake.
Rissa, the roommate that moved into the other suite, had to go the the hospital the other night. She had a bad reaction to some weed, experienced shortness of breath, and then collapsed. I found out yesterday that our friend had to administer CPR three times before they got her downstairs and then to the hospital. D, my other suitemate, and I got a call around 12:30 in the morning demanding we get downstairs because something was wrong with Rissa. A few of our friends helped her into a car while I stayed behind with one guy to look for one of their friends and make sure he was alright.
It took a while, but we eventually found the other guy's roommate and got into his room. He was tired, hungry, and thirsty, but otherwise better off than Rissa. He'd been experiencing insomnia the last couple nights and had started twitching after taking a hit, so he'd left to go to bed. I actually saw him earlier today when we went to eat. He looked fine, though he was acting a little more subdued than usual.
That accomplished, my friend and went about looking for a ride to the hospital to meet up with the rest of our friends. It was nearly 2:00 AM at this point, but we're college students. Of course someone's awake. The guy driving us had been drinking, something I didn't find out until we were pulling in to the hospital, but he swore he'd sobered up. I'm not incredibly religious on principle, but I'm pretty sure I was praying harder last night than I have in my entire life. Yeah...Definitely not a born again Catholic, though.
Once we got into the hospital, the bitch receptionist wouldn't let us see Rissa. We called her mother and told her that Rissa had been having trouble breathing and collapsed, so we'd taken her to the hospital. Then the hospital called her mother and told her that Rissa has experienced breathing problems and collapsed due to cannabis abuse. Hoo boy, I don't wanna know how that turned out.
While phonecalls were being made, the guy that had given Rissa CPR cornered me. He'd taken way more hits than anyone else there (half the people in the waiting room were high, and only two of them weren't with our group), but told me very seriously that their weed had been laced. He swore it was heroine, that he didn't know, and that he felt guilty for bringing Rissa along. I've never had such a serious conversation with someone THAT high before. I kind of fell asleep in the waiting room while listening to The Hold Steady. It seemed almost humorously appropriate. anodyne_geno, if you ever have a friend in the hospital for drug abuse, you're all set.
Somewhere along the line, it was revealed that Rissa had stressed herself out to the point of a panic attack. They gave her something for her anxiety, so, ironically, she actually left the hospital higher than when she went in. Apparently I'm part of that stress, but I can't figure out why. I mostly leave her alone and she has a different schedule from D and I, so...She might be...Lonely, or something. I don't fucking know.
What I do know is this: Rissa swore to never smoke weed again, D hid Rissa's pack of Newports, Rissa confessed that she was afraid to go to sleep last night because she'd blacked out the night before and couldn't remember anything, and the three of us have bonded over Rissa's near-death experience. Rissa is sleeping now, but her and I talked about starting an anime and game club since there aren't enough general interest clubs at JWUC (We ARE a career-oriented university, so it kinda makes sense). Rissa swears that there are a bunch of anime and gaming fans here, but everyone wants to look cook and go clubbing instead of geeking out over anime. PRIVATE SHAAAAAAAAAMES. XD
D and I have agreed that we need to keep an eye on Rissa. I hate the thought of playing mother hen two a girl only a year younger than me, but I don't want another sleepless night in a hospital waiting room. We also talked about starting a softball team, but I don't think that'll pan out. I'mma bring my mitt from home at some point so we can throw, though.
Hoo boy, adventures.
AND NOW FOR SOMETHING MUCH COOLER.
Mom and dad are going to replace me with a puppy. She's too damn cute for me to be pissed off about this. 8D
I was going to sleep in today, but mom called me and demanded I go check my email so I could see her. We played phone tag all morning and eventually decided that my parents are going to go purchase her this weekend, but not take her home until the 25th. October 22nd to the 24th is family weekend here, and they didn't want to bring her with them since their hotel doesn't allow pets. Unfortunately, I couldn't manage a ride home this weekend to see her and won't get the chance to meet her until I got home for Thanksgiving in November.
After a little more phone tag, we decided to name her Lucy. Dad wanted to name her after a Beatles song, mom wanted to name her something from an old tv show, and I wanted to name her something nerdy. "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds," "I Love Lucy," and Lulu from Final Fantasy X. We all kind of went quiet when I suggested it over a three-way call, then dad told me to stop being a brain ninja. XD I even asked for name suggestions on Twitter, but Lucy is just perfect for this pup.
Welp, I need to go shopping. Running out of laundry detergent and duct tape. Guess I should see if Rissa and D are awake.