Don’t suppose you would care to hear about my rather interesting few days, hm? It all started with Mel. Mel is always good and fun and lovely and caring and compassionate and apologetic, though I can’t quite tell you why she’s forever apologizing…must be bleed-over from my constant apologies. At any rate, she wanted me to come with her to get her ear pierced up there on the thingey…I think they called it the helix. Anyway, it’s up there on the cartilage. So, we went and bought books for school since we were in East Lansing anyway (man that put a hurt on me. $230.93 and that’s without my ATL books). That done, we went and got her thingey pierced. That was relatively cheap, really. Only $45. . . Methinks there’s a piercing in Jessica’s near future. If Mel can do it without whimpering and without crushing my hand I’m sure I can handle it. After all, she has very little pain tolerance (she’s a self-proclaimed wuss, I’m not picking on her) and I’ve got a bit more than “very little.”
Ear pierced, we went to Flat’s Grille (which is OH MY GOD good if you’re looking for something to fill you up and that’s not 8 Million dollars a plate. Thank god for off-campus cheap food) and had a good lunch there. I was gonna go buy my ATL books at Ned’s (since they didn’t have them/couldn’t find them at the SBS) but we opted out of that and just headed for Mel’s house. Once there, she convinced me to spend the night (I was supposed to go to Dan’s house but it turned out all right since he didn’t call anyway. He may have dropped off the face of the earth) and then further convinced me to go to see XXX with her at the theater (again. I’ve already seen it once, as mentioned in another post not too long ago. I’m lazy and I don’t want to try and find it at the moment). That’s fine. Jeff Ballard said he’d give rides. As I remember, Jeff is a nice guy… can’t drive and he’s a little off, but a nice guy.
All the people we picked up were perfectly tolerable until we got into the theater and sat down. Then…they morphed into the people that make me homicidal. Talking/laughing loudly, speaking idiotic phrases when there’s a break in the gun fighting in the movie….they had no tact and even less consideration for others. This makes me not only homicidal but livid. I’d already seen the movie once but let me tell you I didn’t mind seeing Vin without his shirt on more than once. It would have been even better if they’d eaten some Mr. Dog (sorry ‘bout the inside joke there. Once more, if you haven’t seen/heard Eddie Izzard, I implore you. My journal will make so much more sense if you do).As it was, we had to beg to be dropped off at home before they went causing mayhem around Eaton Rapids. Mind you, I don’t know quite how that works, but I’m sure they’d have found something to occupy themselves. Once home, I was of the dead tired variety of lucidness and we went to bed after a bit of talking.
Morning broke on Thursday with me being unable to see anything out of my right eye. Not normally a good thing. Off went the contacts immediately… and it didn’t get better. Ugh. We went out to Hastings (Wesley Woods…a Christian camp where I spent a better part of my adolescent summers) to grab Mel’s dresser and sweatshirt and to drop off her keys. She’d worked there this summer as a lifeguard and I’m pondering going next summer as maintenance. Sure, it won’t pay as much but it’ll be fun…and relaxing…and I’ll loose weight (something I’m sure everyone would like to do at some point in their lives). Ahem! At any rate, we went up there and got her crap and my eye is watering and making me close it the entire way there and back. Everything seems so (green………) bright and even my sunglasses aren’t helping. It feels like I’m staring straight into the sun no matter what I do…so when we get back I decide it’s time to head to the emergency room. No foolin’ around.
Now, let me pause here and tell you just how much I hate hospitals. I think it might stem from the fact that my grandpa (whom I loved more than anything) was in and out of the ICU for nearly 8 years before he finally quit. I hate hospitals. I hate the smell, the look, the frigid temperature, the tension and the sounds of not-well people all around me. I feel like everyone is staring at me and they’re all trying to find something else wrong with me so they can keep me there and torture me. Let’s face it, if I were alone yesterday I’d never have gone. Ever. I would rather be bleeding out the eyes, nose and ears than having to go to the hospital. Even doctor’s offices and clinics are horrible. They make me twitch.
But I had little/no choice, since Mel is a lifeguard and she knew something was wrong. . . so in I go, trying to make light of the situation the entire time. I even tried to joke with the nurse-guy in triage. Of course that went over like a goddamned lead balloon. Apparently he was having a bad day caz he tried to strangle my arm with the blood pressure thingey ( I mean more than usual. He was vicious about it…) and said nothing more than “height? Weight? Allergies?” Right, thanks. Nice fuckin’ bedside manner, asshole. Ahem. Anyway, I went and saw Dr. Gupta who doesn’t speak the English so good… but he was nice and non-threatening. I told him I had eye-boogers and it hurt like a mother and he explained to me what was wrong and what I could do about it…my meds cost a whopping $13… and I was free to go.So then I went with Mel to her grandma’s house in Grand Rapids. It took a little navigating (shoddy navigating, I’ll have you know…not just from Mel, either) but we finally got there. Her grandma is much like the Evil Nanny, only much less “out of it” and less threatening. At any rate, her grandpa reminds me a lot of my beloved papa (the one mentioned earlier in the post) as he’s a dirty old man and quite observant. He’s having problems like my Papa, not emphaziema (spelled incorrectly but I don’t care…maybe Rae can find the right spelling lol), but other bad things. He reminded me so much of Papa that I kinda sorta, ok, really wanted to cry.
I talked my way out of going to church with them (Mel helped of course) since they’re Catholic and I’m fairly sure I’d burst into blue flames should I set foot in a basilica of that sort. Besides that, Mel was debating whether or not Methodists were allowed to take communion once they were confirmed Methodists. I said they weren’t, of course…because I remembered going to mass with my aunt and being REALLY hungry. Needless to say I was a bit angry that because of my faith, I was denied crackers and juice. Ah, the follies of youth. Ahh…there, I feel better. No catholic bashing. I’m a good girl. I believe there’s a divine being somewhere, but I’m not sure if it’s god or Allah or Buddha or Mohamed or Krishna or what. I just think it’s the same thing and everyone’s got their wires crossed. I’m not an anarchist or anything, I’m just not a big fan of organized religion. Either way, that’s that. Ending on a rather philosophical note today. How odd…
