So.
February 22nd 2008 16:13
Last night was interesting. First, it went largely downhill because I had to go out and meet up with a friend and he DIDN'T SHOW. Then it went hugely uphill because I was hanging out with him and three other friends.
Then he decided to slip, fall, and hit his head on the ice and get a mild concussion, which wonderfulled my day. We had to take him to the hospital, and despite the fact that I hate ALL hospitals-especially this one-I went with him.
He's my ex and my best friend's boyfriend. I went a) because I was worried about him b) because my best friend would have never been able to get home without his or my help. I called my boyfriend-who is my ex's best friend, and whose dad hates me COMPLETELY.
Well he had a mild concussion and they did let him out. My day went uphill as soon as I'd seen my boyfriend-I love him a lot. But still, hospitals, argh.
I was panic-attacking in the hospital. It's a combination of the fact that I watched Daddy die there, the fact that I sense spirits and hospitals have plenty, and the fact I was worried about my friend. Rolling all three into one and we have panic-attack-city.
As in, hyperventilating, shaking, and gaining wonderful speech impediments. (Or, as my friend would say, 'Speeching Definitions'. HA.) Anyway, it was wonderfully horrible. I hated every minute spent in that hospital. Yeah, we probably should have stayed-if we'd been there five more minutes, my friend wouldn't have searched for us for like... half an hour. But I could not be paid to stick around any longer, especially because he might have had to stay an overnight.
So, I left my bag there. I never leave my bag ANYWHERE, but I almost forgot it once and I DID forget it. This is how bad off I was being in the hospital, because I hate that place so much.
I'm going to have to laugh if my mother complains that I didn't go to school today; I really am.
Then he decided to slip, fall, and hit his head on the ice and get a mild concussion, which wonderfulled my day. We had to take him to the hospital, and despite the fact that I hate ALL hospitals-especially this one-I went with him.
He's my ex and my best friend's boyfriend. I went a) because I was worried about him b) because my best friend would have never been able to get home without his or my help. I called my boyfriend-who is my ex's best friend, and whose dad hates me COMPLETELY.
Well he had a mild concussion and they did let him out. My day went uphill as soon as I'd seen my boyfriend-I love him a lot. But still, hospitals, argh.
I was panic-attacking in the hospital. It's a combination of the fact that I watched Daddy die there, the fact that I sense spirits and hospitals have plenty, and the fact I was worried about my friend. Rolling all three into one and we have panic-attack-city.
As in, hyperventilating, shaking, and gaining wonderful speech impediments. (Or, as my friend would say, 'Speeching Definitions'. HA.) Anyway, it was wonderfully horrible. I hated every minute spent in that hospital. Yeah, we probably should have stayed-if we'd been there five more minutes, my friend wouldn't have searched for us for like... half an hour. But I could not be paid to stick around any longer, especially because he might have had to stay an overnight.
So, I left my bag there. I never leave my bag ANYWHERE, but I almost forgot it once and I DID forget it. This is how bad off I was being in the hospital, because I hate that place so much.
I'm going to have to laugh if my mother complains that I didn't go to school today; I really am.
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