Note to self: pass on J-term
Jan. 9th, 2005 02:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
e_clareClearly, I'm just not meant to be on the MHC campus during January. I've determined that in the future, I need to do everything possible to ensure that I won't be here. Yesterday, I topped off my week of lost wallets, oversleeping, and ill actors with a trip to the Holyoke ER. It wasn't all bad -- I took the first ambulance ride of my life, for one thing -- but there were so many things I planned to do with my day, none of which included sitting in a hospital waiting room.
I woke up late, after a sleepover with banannagoats in Ham for watching ROTK: EE, and rushed out. I'd been up for fifteen minutes, max, when I hit the handicapped access ramp, and was pleased to note the salt spread all over it. Next thing I know, I'm waking up facedown on the ground. My glasses are about six inches away on the snow, and I'm having trouble sitting up -- too much weight, with the backpack and the heavy head. Fortunately, a couple of Ham residents found me, gave me paper towels for my bleeding chin, and called public safety. The PS officer (Kevin the Party Cop? I may be mis-remembering) called for an ambulance, after determining that a) I'd blacked out and b) my chin would need stitches.
And so began my six-hour sojourn in the lovely ER of the Holyoke Hospital -- a room I'd honestly hoped never to see again, after going with a friend freshman year. On the ride over, I was mostly upset about missing my production meetings for La Berman's thesis. The medic and I got to talk about Bath -- he was stationed in England in the '50s or '60s -- so that made the ride more fun. And then I sat, for a very long time, with only MTV's Room Raiders and a headache for company. Around 2 o'clock, banannagoats showed up to keep me company and pester the ER nurses on my behalf. It was 4:15 or so by the time I finally saw a doctor, 5:30 when we were finished; and then we had to find a ride back to campus. I was fine -- only three stitches, slight headache but nothing the doctor thought I should worry about -- and we were both starving, and ready to go home.
Despite not being thrilled about being back at MHC, I am grateful for the tight-knit community that we have here -- and thankful specifically to everyone who helped me out. rjschaef and alcavana helped Anna find a ride there and get both of us back to campus; the girls who found me outside of Ham, obviously (one of whom ran into Anna before she left, and gave her the full story); mhc.chat, which brought us another ride offer; and everyone I've run into today, who recognized me as That Girl who fell by Ham*, and recommended that I sue the school. This type of collaborative effort and true community is what it's all about, and it's good to have a reminder of how I ended up here in the first place. Thanks, ladies.
*Of course, I realize now that this is karmic payback for all of those "Adventures of Frodo, the Hobbit Who Fell Down" jokes I cracked during ROTK the night before. It all makes sense... ;)
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I woke up late, after a sleepover with banannagoats in Ham for watching ROTK: EE, and rushed out. I'd been up for fifteen minutes, max, when I hit the handicapped access ramp, and was pleased to note the salt spread all over it. Next thing I know, I'm waking up facedown on the ground. My glasses are about six inches away on the snow, and I'm having trouble sitting up -- too much weight, with the backpack and the heavy head. Fortunately, a couple of Ham residents found me, gave me paper towels for my bleeding chin, and called public safety. The PS officer (Kevin the Party Cop? I may be mis-remembering) called for an ambulance, after determining that a) I'd blacked out and b) my chin would need stitches.
And so began my six-hour sojourn in the lovely ER of the Holyoke Hospital -- a room I'd honestly hoped never to see again, after going with a friend freshman year. On the ride over, I was mostly upset about missing my production meetings for La Berman's thesis. The medic and I got to talk about Bath -- he was stationed in England in the '50s or '60s -- so that made the ride more fun. And then I sat, for a very long time, with only MTV's Room Raiders and a headache for company. Around 2 o'clock, banannagoats showed up to keep me company and pester the ER nurses on my behalf. It was 4:15 or so by the time I finally saw a doctor, 5:30 when we were finished; and then we had to find a ride back to campus. I was fine -- only three stitches, slight headache but nothing the doctor thought I should worry about -- and we were both starving, and ready to go home.
Despite not being thrilled about being back at MHC, I am grateful for the tight-knit community that we have here -- and thankful specifically to everyone who helped me out. rjschaef and alcavana helped Anna find a ride there and get both of us back to campus; the girls who found me outside of Ham, obviously (one of whom ran into Anna before she left, and gave her the full story); mhc.chat, which brought us another ride offer; and everyone I've run into today, who recognized me as That Girl who fell by Ham*, and recommended that I sue the school. This type of collaborative effort and true community is what it's all about, and it's good to have a reminder of how I ended up here in the first place. Thanks, ladies.
*Of course, I realize now that this is karmic payback for all of those "Adventures of Frodo, the Hobbit Who Fell Down" jokes I cracked during ROTK the night before. It all makes sense... ;)
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