People Are the Bestest, But I? Quit Life FOREVER

[strina]

Ahahahaha, random fact? I was rushed to the hospital this morning by two complete strangers.

Don't worry, I'm fine.

See, I woke up this morning (after a whole hour and a half of sleep) with acute stomach pain. I can't ever remember anything that hurt this bad. I tried to take a hot bath in case it was some kind of muscle thing, but no joy. In fact, anti-joy. After a little while spent weeping naked on the floor (seriously, horrific pain), I called Mom, to see if she knew anything that could help. Then I called Becca for a ride to the hospital.

Becca was in class. So I stumbled down to the front desk, and told them that I needed a ride to the hospital, so unless someone could take me, I needed to call an ambulance. This guy, a complete stranger, offers up himself and his friend. He then not only takes me to the hospital, he also calls Becca to inform her that I'd gotten a ride. Then he offers to make any other calls I need. I say no, get called back, chill for about an hour, and find out I've probably got gastroentinitus (very approximate spelling). They give me a GI cocktail (looks like dandruff shampoo, tastes wretched, made my entire mouth and part of my throat numb) and I start to feel better. The guy? Antonio? Had to take his friend Corey back to campus, but left a name and number in case I needed to leave before he got back. When I finally got out of there, he was waiting for me. And I later found out that as he'd just gotten off shift at the front desk, he did all of this on no sleep. It was ridiculously nice.

I love people.

But I feel like crap and I kinda have this nagging suspicion that this was all a plot on the part of the universe to get me to call my dad (had to, to get the insurance information). And I promised him that I'd go and try to get my car into a parking lot today, after which I'd call him back. So we could Talk.

Quit life. FOREVER.

Comments

[junkiewinocreep.livejournal.com]

that doesn't sound like fun at all. Does it have anything to do with all of the cookie eating?

I told my dad about yer car and he said for sure that it's the belt that is wrong with it.

[panisdead.livejournal.com]

Good Lord. Hope you feel better soon.

[scifunk.livejournal.com]

And you didn't even call me.

[strina]

That's what my dad said, too.

And shut up, whore, it was not cookie-eating. It might have been the McDonald's. But I didn't eat much, and it was all I'd eaten all day! Hell, for all I know, it was the position of the stars in the sky. They didn't ell me what kicked it off.

[strina]

I do feel better, thanks. Though wow, I'd feel best if I knew why that happened, so I could make sure it never did again.

[strina]

I didn't call anyone! Except Mom for advice and Becca for a ride. And then I came home and posted and then passed. And I posted, because it was quicker than calling.

Also, I tried to call you like a half hour ago, when I first woke up.

[strina]

Um, that was supposed to be passed out.

[nixitutta.livejournal.com]

Ha, I love your spite. It makes me smile most wonderfully. Come to droverstock, bitch. Be there or be..uh..just be there, okies?