Daily Planner 1.

So, basically, hospitals are very fun.

But not really, since they stick needles up your arm and IVs in your veins and feed you lousy turkey sandwiches with no cheese. Long story short, it stunk.

I don't remember a lot from today. I remember mainly up until 6th period. I remember sitting in chem, then getting up to go to the nurse. I remember everything seeming very far away, and the noises getting really loud, and then I don't remember anything. The next part that I can recall is lying on the stretcher in that weird room, with Mr. Erickson standing over me, and Mr. DeMaio, and about what seemed like fifteen EMTs. They were all laughing, but it was nervous laughing. I think it was about something I said. But I don't remember that too much, either.

I blacked out again, and then woke up in the ambulance, then blacked out, then woke up in the hospital surrounded by nurses. I hit my head when I fell, apparently, and tore something in my neck, so they had me in a neck brace so that I didn't move it. It was really uncomfortable, and very stiff.

My dad showed up, which is a surprise, since I haven't spoken to him in a while. He took me out to dinner at Mara's once I was discharged.

So now I'm sitting in my living room, my backpack still in school and thus rendered unable to do homework (pity), tired out of my mind, and cranky beyond belief. My arm is still sore from where they were trying to find a vein to put in the IV. PAIN, I tell you. Pain.

Quote of the day: I do not think that I will ever reach a stage when I will say, "This is what I believe. Finished." What I believe is alive ... and open to growth. - Madeleine L'Engle