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Yeah, serious journal time. Be afraid, peeps. Be very afraid.
First point, I've found out that worry is a whole lot worse than depression. It eats you from inside out and from outside in at the same time. Lovely.
One of my best friends is in the hospital. I got past the point of freaking out officialy by last night around 5:00ish when we heard he was doing really well.
Now I feel like s**t. I guess it's pitty, but not really. Maybe it's advanced pitty... I dunno. I just wish I could do SOMETHING to help. SOMETHING. Like take that damn tube out of his side because it's hurting him...
We went and saw him today (Kim, Ben, Bella and I). He's in a ton of pain, he can hardly move, and he's stuck in that room for atleast another day. At least he says the food is good enough because he's in the children's hospital, not the adult one. In the kids hospital, they give you what ever you want to eat. In the adult hospital, they give you mush that has been molded to resemble food to eat.
We stopped at Walgreens on the way there and grabbed a ton of random stuff for him, including a twix bar, pringles, silly putty, a balloon animal kit, and a dart gun.
You know, I'm just glad to see he's still himself... sorta. As much as he can be on morphine. Though he claims to not have been on any when we came in. How do I know he's still him? For one, he did call me an idiot (normal) still laughed (very normal) and when he was done laughing, waited until we had looked away to grimace in pain and hold his side a bit.
Another reason I know he's still him: He showed us where he had the surgery to fix his collapsed lung (the tube was on the left side). Then about twenty minutes later I asked, "So, which lung collapsed?" Cause I forgot. Then I imediately corrected myself, "Oh, guess it was the side the tube is on... right..."
Ben laughed, "Duh Cori."
So I attempted to be funny, "I mean, come on... They could have... uh... gone in that side and snaked the tube around the other lung... that makes perfect sense, right?"
Everyone was staring at me like I was insane, Mark looked at me like I was pathetic, and I kinda just smiled when Bella said, "Cori, please stop talking..."
"Ok, I see sarcasm is running thin today..." I said, trying again for laughs.
The response I got was more looks like I was stupid and Mark moving faster than we'd seen him move the entire time. He reached up, grabbed the gun we brought him from the table that was on his bed, held the gun just right, and shot me. Then he laughed. Hard.
Yeah, he's definately still himself.
On another, totaly seperate note, I've become addicted to a Irish Punk Rock Group. eek Within 6 hours. Crazy. I know. And freakishly random. I know that as well.
Ok, ending this journal now. Hopefully he'll be out by Monday at the latest. I miss him and I hardly ever see him usually, so it's not like I'm going freakishly long compared to normal without seeing him or anything. I don't know what's wrong with me. I keep thinking about him so much I can't even type straight. Seriously. I keep hitting the tab button on accident and sending myself to the top of the page. stare
I'll shut up now. No need to kill the world with my boring pathetickness.
 Destiny Tahn · Sun Mar 06, 2005 @ 03:57am · 2 Comments |
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