The Lost Weekend
So, this weekend went places I never expected it to.
Thursday night I missed a call from Britt so I called her back only to have my call answered by Britt-on-morphine. She'd gone to the hospital with severe stomach pains. Roomie, Leslie and I go to the hospital. We sit with her in the ER until 2 AM when they finally release her...a cist on one of her ovaries had exploded. We take her home. I drive her car and it takes Rose and I several minutes to figure out how to defog the windows. Upon arrival, we send Britt off to bed. And I'm sent to Meijer's because there is no food in her apartment. I get lost. I watch the gas level slowly slide towards "E" as various urban legends run through my head. I turn around, get gas, and go to "my Meijer's." Did you know Meijer's restocks their shelves at 3 AM? On the negative side, the store becomes an obstacle field. On the plus side, if you stand still for more than 30 seconds someone will ask you if you need help finding something. Of course when they say "we don't have that." They seem less helpful. The ride home went okay. I was feeling emotionally high-strung and I had trouble focusing my eyes due to a lack of sleep. Both Rose and I spent Thursday night at Britt's. We were in bed/on couch no later than 4 AM. Neither of us sleep well.
Friday morning Rose prepared breakfast for Britt. I called home to inform my parents of recent events. They mock me for my inability to make breakfast for anyone. We give Britt her meds and play games/watch DVDs for an number of hours. Rose and I take the bus home around 4PM.
That night while walking to see the "Vagina Monologues" I call Britt. I stupidly ask if she would want someone to stay with her that night. She says yes. So, I ask Leslie to give me a ride back to Britt's after the play. Leslie and I do enjoy the play, but decide that between Britt's situation and the play, neither of us wants to talk about vaginas for a good long while.
So, I'm taken back to Britt's feeling very emotionally high strung due to the situation and a lack of sleep. I spend Friday night at Britt's and I do manage to sleep a little better this time around and therefore feel a little more emotionally stable.
Saturday morning I stand idle as Britt prepares her own breakfast. We watch a movie. Britt starts to not feel well. Disregarding the fact that it's time for taking her meds again and the fact that her sniffly nose means she's getting a cold, her mother in Chicago and boyfriend in California convince her she NEEDS to see a doctor. I drive her to Olin Health on campus. There my silent suspicions are confirmed: While still dealing with the pain in her ovaries, Britt must now deal with a cold. I drive her back to her apartment. I make her lunch (THAT'S RIGHT! While I don't touch stoves, I can still prepare a MEAN canned soup) and we watch a movie. Around 4 PM Leslie and Rose arrived with groceries. They take me home and Rose is to take over Britt Watch duty.
I come home to suitemates who apparently vomited all over the toilet seat last night and chose to NOT clean it up. I start to feel unhinged once more. I yell through the door for them to clean up their mess. I call parents and rant for a good 20 minutes about how I refuse to deal with a stranger's bio-mess because I lack gloves and am not being paid to do so. Suitemates must realize I've become unhinged. They clean up the mess...but I still don't trust that toilet is clean.
Spent Saturday night relaxing. Went and saw "The Incredibles." I'd really like to relax today, but I have a story to write, another story to research and write and a presentation first thing tomorrow. Bah humbug.
Thursday night I missed a call from Britt so I called her back only to have my call answered by Britt-on-morphine. She'd gone to the hospital with severe stomach pains. Roomie, Leslie and I go to the hospital. We sit with her in the ER until 2 AM when they finally release her...a cist on one of her ovaries had exploded. We take her home. I drive her car and it takes Rose and I several minutes to figure out how to defog the windows. Upon arrival, we send Britt off to bed. And I'm sent to Meijer's because there is no food in her apartment. I get lost. I watch the gas level slowly slide towards "E" as various urban legends run through my head. I turn around, get gas, and go to "my Meijer's." Did you know Meijer's restocks their shelves at 3 AM? On the negative side, the store becomes an obstacle field. On the plus side, if you stand still for more than 30 seconds someone will ask you if you need help finding something. Of course when they say "we don't have that." They seem less helpful. The ride home went okay. I was feeling emotionally high-strung and I had trouble focusing my eyes due to a lack of sleep. Both Rose and I spent Thursday night at Britt's. We were in bed/on couch no later than 4 AM. Neither of us sleep well.
Friday morning Rose prepared breakfast for Britt. I called home to inform my parents of recent events. They mock me for my inability to make breakfast for anyone. We give Britt her meds and play games/watch DVDs for an number of hours. Rose and I take the bus home around 4PM.
That night while walking to see the "Vagina Monologues" I call Britt. I stupidly ask if she would want someone to stay with her that night. She says yes. So, I ask Leslie to give me a ride back to Britt's after the play. Leslie and I do enjoy the play, but decide that between Britt's situation and the play, neither of us wants to talk about vaginas for a good long while.
So, I'm taken back to Britt's feeling very emotionally high strung due to the situation and a lack of sleep. I spend Friday night at Britt's and I do manage to sleep a little better this time around and therefore feel a little more emotionally stable.
Saturday morning I stand idle as Britt prepares her own breakfast. We watch a movie. Britt starts to not feel well. Disregarding the fact that it's time for taking her meds again and the fact that her sniffly nose means she's getting a cold, her mother in Chicago and boyfriend in California convince her she NEEDS to see a doctor. I drive her to Olin Health on campus. There my silent suspicions are confirmed: While still dealing with the pain in her ovaries, Britt must now deal with a cold. I drive her back to her apartment. I make her lunch (THAT'S RIGHT! While I don't touch stoves, I can still prepare a MEAN canned soup) and we watch a movie. Around 4 PM Leslie and Rose arrived with groceries. They take me home and Rose is to take over Britt Watch duty.
I come home to suitemates who apparently vomited all over the toilet seat last night and chose to NOT clean it up. I start to feel unhinged once more. I yell through the door for them to clean up their mess. I call parents and rant for a good 20 minutes about how I refuse to deal with a stranger's bio-mess because I lack gloves and am not being paid to do so. Suitemates must realize I've become unhinged. They clean up the mess...but I still don't trust that toilet is clean.
Spent Saturday night relaxing. Went and saw "The Incredibles." I'd really like to relax today, but I have a story to write, another story to research and write and a presentation first thing tomorrow. Bah humbug.
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