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i realize i'm going to be in long-term and decide should probably tell people. my phone is dead though so i can't call my parents, or friends, or professors, or my friends from detroit who were coming down THAT DAY to visit me. i manage to track down a phone and call my mom who i tell to call the linguistics department and track down cpl. canadian via facebook. she does so quite effectively. soon i am being visited by all kinds of people. also, apparently, prof. rock star called my mom.
dependeableplum showed up first and very, very, very bravely offered to go to my apartment and get things for me, the most important of which being my cell phone charger. cpl. canadian and sgt. smaht soon follow, then lcpl. field phonologist and finally iuliamentis. i am finally moved, after 12 hours in an extraordinarily uncomfortable ER bed, to a room in cardiology. at this point my sister dsudis and Iulia, her best friend (essentially a family member, it required some explanation) were there. i think it was at this point that i got taken away for my esophagus ultrasounding and my heart zapping. all i remember from this was the nurse stabbing the SHIT out of my arms as she tried to get my iv (my second iv). then i'm out like a fucking... thing that's out.
i wake up to none other than ssgt. peruvian modality's voice (i was apparently half-conscious before this). also present are vnaughtdeltat, ssgt. cubanbob greekpants, i think sgt. vegan, and lcpl. extremely emphatic chinese speaker. uhh maybe there was one other person. anyway they keep me company and ssgt. peruvian modality tries to get my heart rate up by saying embarrassing things and apparently took pictures of me. i think he and i were the most chill people in the room. later ssgt. vegan and mjr. brad come visit me, having gone shopping and having gotten me coconut water and beef jerky, both of which were highly appreciated.
turns out they didn't have to zap my heart, it went regular again on its own. i stay overnight. creepy guy next to me remains creepy. the next i get a CT scan -- eugh, those are so weird. once that's over gen. jason and mjr. tom (i'm running out of names here) show up, having arrived the night before and gotten my keys from cpl. canadian in what i'm told was a shady late night hand-off. they and my sister stay with me all day, most of which consisted of me waiting to get the fuck out of the hospital, perhaps more importantly get the fucking dueling ivs out of my arms. at some point i'm visited by mjr. croatian neurophonologist, cpl. gay syntactician, sgt. nerdy syntactician, um, i'm really running out of steam on these things guys, some other people, blah blah blah.
eventually i get discharged. they put me on pill-form blood thinners but these take a few days to get going so for the interim they put me on an injectable kind of blood thinner, which i excitingly get to shoot into my scant stomach fat twice a day. i have an appointment next wednesday to follow up and see where to go from here.
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since then i haven't done much. i can't have caffeine, or adderall, which, guys, really fucking sucks. i'm not entirely sure how i'm going to, you know, finish grad school. no alcohol either so i can't really drown my sorrows. i'm guessing weed is out too.
we went and saw Up. it was possibly the saddest and most beautiful story ever put into CGI form. i nearly wept. go see it now. do it.
dependeableplum showed up first and very, very, very bravely offered to go to my apartment and get things for me, the most important of which being my cell phone charger. cpl. canadian and sgt. smaht soon follow, then lcpl. field phonologist and finally iuliamentis. i am finally moved, after 12 hours in an extraordinarily uncomfortable ER bed, to a room in cardiology. at this point my sister dsudis and Iulia, her best friend (essentially a family member, it required some explanation) were there. i think it was at this point that i got taken away for my esophagus ultrasounding and my heart zapping. all i remember from this was the nurse stabbing the SHIT out of my arms as she tried to get my iv (my second iv). then i'm out like a fucking... thing that's out.
i wake up to none other than ssgt. peruvian modality's voice (i was apparently half-conscious before this). also present are vnaughtdeltat, ssgt. cubanbob greekpants, i think sgt. vegan, and lcpl. extremely emphatic chinese speaker. uhh maybe there was one other person. anyway they keep me company and ssgt. peruvian modality tries to get my heart rate up by saying embarrassing things and apparently took pictures of me. i think he and i were the most chill people in the room. later ssgt. vegan and mjr. brad come visit me, having gone shopping and having gotten me coconut water and beef jerky, both of which were highly appreciated.
turns out they didn't have to zap my heart, it went regular again on its own. i stay overnight. creepy guy next to me remains creepy. the next i get a CT scan -- eugh, those are so weird. once that's over gen. jason and mjr. tom (i'm running out of names here) show up, having arrived the night before and gotten my keys from cpl. canadian in what i'm told was a shady late night hand-off. they and my sister stay with me all day, most of which consisted of me waiting to get the fuck out of the hospital, perhaps more importantly get the fucking dueling ivs out of my arms. at some point i'm visited by mjr. croatian neurophonologist, cpl. gay syntactician, sgt. nerdy syntactician, um, i'm really running out of steam on these things guys, some other people, blah blah blah.
eventually i get discharged. they put me on pill-form blood thinners but these take a few days to get going so for the interim they put me on an injectable kind of blood thinner, which i excitingly get to shoot into my scant stomach fat twice a day. i have an appointment next wednesday to follow up and see where to go from here.
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since then i haven't done much. i can't have caffeine, or adderall, which, guys, really fucking sucks. i'm not entirely sure how i'm going to, you know, finish grad school. no alcohol either so i can't really drown my sorrows. i'm guessing weed is out too.
we went and saw Up. it was possibly the saddest and most beautiful story ever put into CGI form. i nearly wept. go see it now. do it.