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6/18/98, 3:26am
I was in such a good mood tonight!...
I had finally broken the fever I'd had since Sunday and my my voice had returned.
So of course this had to happen!
At around 11:30pm I somehow managed to impale my own ass on a large shard of broken glass while attempting to move some stuff out of my old apartment. I don't quite know how I did this, talent I guess.
After calling Ron's attention to the fact that I was loosing copious amounts of blood we decided it wold be best to go the the hospital. On the way out we ducked our heads into my rommate Alex's room were alex and Nick were huddled at the computer. While crying and laughing at the same time, I seem to recall saying something like "Um, change of plans, I'm not moving tonight, I gotta go get stitches."
"Do you need any first aid?" Alex asked, looking concerned. Ron asked him if he had any buttrfly type band aids.
"I have regular band aids" Alex offered. By this time my hand was covered with blood from trying to stop the bleeding. We decided the the best course of action was to head straight to Bellevue. So Ron flagged down a cab and we were off. I was balancing on my right hip, pressing a tissue to the wound and still bleeding a lot
We arrived at the hospital (Me with my hand down my pants, trying to keep pressure on the wound), signed in and waited. And waited. And waited. After a while Ron got up and the nurse that I was bleeding. So she calls me over and after a few moments of confusing conversation she says "Oh! You mean you have a cut! I thought your boyfriend meant you were having your period! Sure, I alway go the hospital for that!
So to make a long story short (like you are still reading this) I was given several shots in my butt, recieved many stitches and then was given a tetnus (spelling? It's too late to care) shot that is still hurting. I just got home and wrote this. I'm going to bed (and sleeping on my belly!).
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