If car steal-age wasn't enough....
So yesterday (thursday morning) I get up to go to school. Get to Tommy, wake him up. Leave Tommy's house. Get tailed by some stupid motherfucker in an Acura. Get hit by said motherfucker at a stop sign.
HOODY HOO.
Okay, so my bumper was only scratched, but the occurence of the accident meant that oh wow I'm going to miss one of my midterms. Fuckin great. Kinda funny, coz Tommy was sleeping in the back when this all happened and didn't even notice till I told him 'get up I just got hit by some motherfucker.' So I tell him I wanna file a police report and he says okay, calls up the cops. He says there was no damage to his car. Police report gets filed and it's very clear my midterm is being missed. Fuckin awesome. Guy gets ticket, we exchange info, and cop gives me a business card with case number, etc. to show my teacher and beg for mercy.
I get to Perimeter and drop Tommy off. My intentions at that moment was to call my prof, leave a message and beg to take the exam at 1pm in his office. Leave a little weepy message and Tommy goes on...and I realize that god damn, my neck hurts.
So instead of going on to campus, I go home. Nothing I was gonna be able to do till 1 (and it was 11). I tried to call my doctor's office, but the nurses were like "harharhar no appointment for you, go to hospital coz that's where we're gonna send you anyways." Fuckin bitches. My mom of course is freakin out after I tell her and the first fucking thing she says is "DON'T DRIVE DOWNTOWN." wtf. My parents have something against downtown and it's really pissing me off. I called my prof again and said that I was going to the hospital for xrays and I didn't know what time I'd be back, so coudld i please take it Friday. But finally he worked it out and I will be taking it on Monday. But I dunno, I think i sensed some disbelief in my story. Whatever.
My dad drives me to campus, because my neck pain is gradually getting worse. I get down there, drop off my bookbag in my locker at PSC, then talk to my co-workers for a little while. Go to take a midterm. Come back and chill for an hour of internet surfing and talking to my boss before taking my next exam. God damn, my english exam was extensive. If I had gone to the review, I would've known. Eh, I pulled through. Got picked up by both parents (COZ OMG MOM HAS TO SEE EVERYTHING) and we dropped by subway to pick up some food and then came home. I had to go get Tommy, so I did that. Felt like crap at his house, but then felt better and ate my subway.
Got home around 8ish, then went to the Emergency Room where I waited two and a half hours before I went inside the triage. Got to watch Survivor (blech), CSI, and Without a Trace. The room I was in had a weird dentist-type chair. Then it was on USA where I got to watch All about the Benjamins, a movie with Ice Cube and other people. The doc came in, said I had whiplash, ordered xrays to make sure I was okay and was going to give me painkillers and muscle relaxers. Said I'll be worse in the morning (which is true) and that I'd probably have to follow up with an orthopedist or whatever. The nurse gives me the painkiller, I get xrays, I sit around some more.
About thirty minutes later, I am flying high with the 750mg of Lortab they gave me (I had only taken 500mg before then). So there I am and what comes on after the Ice Cube quality movie of "mother-truckin guys trying to get their money"?
Half Baked.
So yes, I'm watching this while really really really high on painkillers. Doc comes in for followup, gives me paperwork and sends me on my way. Nurse comes in with said paperwork and discharge papers. I try to get up, but lo and behold I can't walk. Another hoody hoo. So the nurse gets a wheelchair and wham! I go for a fun ride on a wheelchair to the car. My mom bugs me some more and then I finally go home to get annoyed again by my mom, but it was weird shit. Like she started picking up clothes off the floor and I was saying shit like "Noooooooo put it back on the floor put it back put it back put it back!" But finally I went to bed to wake up and take my midterm for lab class.
I'd like to state for the record that there are some fucking dumbass people in the world and I don't know how they got to college. This chick next to me (who hardly came to lab and didn't go to lecture) was cramming for this test, asking everyone questions. Well I'm sitting there with my pencil and waiting for the test to be passed out (still pretty pfhee to boot). She turns to me and asks "where's Missouri?" omgwtfbbq. Missouri. GOD DAMN HAVEN'T YOU NOTICED THAT THIS IS OUR TEACHER'S HOME STATE AND SHE SAID KNOW WHERE IT IS YOU DUMBASS WHY DON'T YOU KNOW ALREADY. But finally she shut the hell up and I did the test in like 15 min.
Now it's time for pills and sleep methinks.
So yesterday (thursday morning) I get up to go to school. Get to Tommy, wake him up. Leave Tommy's house. Get tailed by some stupid motherfucker in an Acura. Get hit by said motherfucker at a stop sign.
HOODY HOO.
Okay, so my bumper was only scratched, but the occurence of the accident meant that oh wow I'm going to miss one of my midterms. Fuckin great. Kinda funny, coz Tommy was sleeping in the back when this all happened and didn't even notice till I told him 'get up I just got hit by some motherfucker.' So I tell him I wanna file a police report and he says okay, calls up the cops. He says there was no damage to his car. Police report gets filed and it's very clear my midterm is being missed. Fuckin awesome. Guy gets ticket, we exchange info, and cop gives me a business card with case number, etc. to show my teacher and beg for mercy.
I get to Perimeter and drop Tommy off. My intentions at that moment was to call my prof, leave a message and beg to take the exam at 1pm in his office. Leave a little weepy message and Tommy goes on...and I realize that god damn, my neck hurts.
So instead of going on to campus, I go home. Nothing I was gonna be able to do till 1 (and it was 11). I tried to call my doctor's office, but the nurses were like "harharhar no appointment for you, go to hospital coz that's where we're gonna send you anyways." Fuckin bitches. My mom of course is freakin out after I tell her and the first fucking thing she says is "DON'T DRIVE DOWNTOWN." wtf. My parents have something against downtown and it's really pissing me off. I called my prof again and said that I was going to the hospital for xrays and I didn't know what time I'd be back, so coudld i please take it Friday. But finally he worked it out and I will be taking it on Monday. But I dunno, I think i sensed some disbelief in my story. Whatever.
My dad drives me to campus, because my neck pain is gradually getting worse. I get down there, drop off my bookbag in my locker at PSC, then talk to my co-workers for a little while. Go to take a midterm. Come back and chill for an hour of internet surfing and talking to my boss before taking my next exam. God damn, my english exam was extensive. If I had gone to the review, I would've known. Eh, I pulled through. Got picked up by both parents (COZ OMG MOM HAS TO SEE EVERYTHING) and we dropped by subway to pick up some food and then came home. I had to go get Tommy, so I did that. Felt like crap at his house, but then felt better and ate my subway.
Got home around 8ish, then went to the Emergency Room where I waited two and a half hours before I went inside the triage. Got to watch Survivor (blech), CSI, and Without a Trace. The room I was in had a weird dentist-type chair. Then it was on USA where I got to watch All about the Benjamins, a movie with Ice Cube and other people. The doc came in, said I had whiplash, ordered xrays to make sure I was okay and was going to give me painkillers and muscle relaxers. Said I'll be worse in the morning (which is true) and that I'd probably have to follow up with an orthopedist or whatever. The nurse gives me the painkiller, I get xrays, I sit around some more.
About thirty minutes later, I am flying high with the 750mg of Lortab they gave me (I had only taken 500mg before then). So there I am and what comes on after the Ice Cube quality movie of "mother-truckin guys trying to get their money"?
Half Baked.
So yes, I'm watching this while really really really high on painkillers. Doc comes in for followup, gives me paperwork and sends me on my way. Nurse comes in with said paperwork and discharge papers. I try to get up, but lo and behold I can't walk. Another hoody hoo. So the nurse gets a wheelchair and wham! I go for a fun ride on a wheelchair to the car. My mom bugs me some more and then I finally go home to get annoyed again by my mom, but it was weird shit. Like she started picking up clothes off the floor and I was saying shit like "Noooooooo put it back on the floor put it back put it back put it back!" But finally I went to bed to wake up and take my midterm for lab class.
I'd like to state for the record that there are some fucking dumbass people in the world and I don't know how they got to college. This chick next to me (who hardly came to lab and didn't go to lecture) was cramming for this test, asking everyone questions. Well I'm sitting there with my pencil and waiting for the test to be passed out (still pretty pfhee to boot). She turns to me and asks "where's Missouri?" omgwtfbbq. Missouri. GOD DAMN HAVEN'T YOU NOTICED THAT THIS IS OUR TEACHER'S HOME STATE AND SHE SAID KNOW WHERE IT IS YOU DUMBASS WHY DON'T YOU KNOW ALREADY. But finally she shut the hell up and I did the test in like 15 min.
Now it's time for pills and sleep methinks.