i blacked out on the subway today, and had to be pulled out at grand central by cops and mta workers. even though it was really frightening and painful at the time, i still couldn't help but feel special when the emts turned on the siren for me. and when they rolled me around in a wheelchair. the story would be cooler to me if it wasn't so fucking awful. i had to sit on the dirty floor in grand central with cops and emts standing around, while random strangers gathered to stare at me shaking and sweating and crying. and now i'm afraid to ride the subway. the day turned out alright though, i guess. i called a friend, and he was at the hospital within 20 minutes, no questions asked. it was nice to know i'm not as alone as i've been feeling lately. there were some funny moments at the hospital too. the guy ahead of me in triage was complaining of dizziness, nausea, headache, and lack of coordination. "i keep falling down everywhere." the emt and the nurse told him he was drunk. he very clearly was. and in the bed next to mine was a big fat lady who was complaining bc she was at the hospital a week earlier and they gave her medication, but she's still got a cough. the doctor told her she has asthma and a chest cold, and it would take a little while for her to get better, and then walked away. she spent the rest of the time cursing and making scary faces at the doctors and nurses. once she even got up, saying she was "bout to fuck him up." now i see why emergency room duty is so reviled. or at least that's what those doctor shows say.
i've been sick and out of the office since thursday. poor mufasa... he's probably in even worse shape than me.
so tired. need sleep.
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