It's never easy anymore. Never.
I got a voicemail from my best friend's mother today, and of course she left the incorrect # to call her back.
So after freaking out for a while and of course thinking the worst I finally pinned down my friend's damn location after calling around to hospitals. I guess he's in Ohio State University Hospital after being hit by a car while riding his bike.
According to his mother, he doesnt have any broken bones, but does have stitches in his chin, and it looks like the car actually ran over his chest and face so he's pretty beaten up.
Right now he's suffering from short term memory loss, which seems to be the biggest of problems, and he keeps asking what the hell happened to him about every 10-20 mins.
Yeah...
Fuck.
______________Update______________
Ok... just returned from the hospital.
I fixed the brain of my best friend... dont you ever fucking forget.
When I got to the hospital a couple of family members were there and a few friends that I called on the way. You could tell that his mother was upset, for the past 7 hours, about every 3 minutes Marc (my best friend) would say "Damn, feels like I got hit by a car or something... " or "shit... what's the other guy look like, was I in a fight?" or "what hit me? Did I make a dent?"
If he went 5 mins without asking what happened or if he was ok, that seemed like a long time.
He couldnt remember what year it was. When asked what his parents phone number, he'd recite an old one and same would happen with his own. He was always saying that he "just woke up" and couldnt remember anyone who had visited or recall any conversation.
So after everyone left I kind of sat down and told his mother that what he needs is something to focus his attention on. I noticed that while everyone talked to him he seemed to stay with it a little longer, not retain things, but at least hold a conversation for about 5 mins. But what his family did was kind of just wait for him to ask a question, not really asking things back, not really working the poor bastard's brain.
It was so hard to see not only my best friend in such a state, but easily one of the smartest people I've ever met.
So for the next 2 hours I worked that bastards grey matter. I constantly asked him questions that would make him pull things from memory, kept him thinking and talking. "Who has visited you today?" "Do you remember talking to our friend Casey on the phone?" "What are your injuries?" "Do you remember what hit you?" "Do you remember that epic of a piss you took earlier?" I talked non-stop for 2 solid hours and I was willing to go all damn night if need be.
By the time I left his mother was so damn happy, the very first time Marc remembered, retained, or recalled something, her face lit up and she started calling family. She was so happy to see progress after 7 hours of worrying.
So you'll be glad to know I fixed the fucker... when I walked out that door, he knew what the shit was going on. He was cracking jokes, " I fought a Ford Focus and the Ford Focus won", was talking about messages we had sent to eachother last friday, knew every class he was taking and the names of the teachers, every injury, and everyone who had visited that day. He said that a lot of stuff just seemed like dreamy but was starting to make sense and had stopped asking the same questions.
So just before I walked out I said, "So Marc, how long have you been awake?"
"For about an hour and a half now."
Not too bad for a guy who had a Ford Focus run over his head. Fuck do I feel like crying my eyes out like a schoolgirl with a skinned knee.
______________Update______________
So the fucking hospital decides to do another round of xrays today and find that my friend has a broken rib. Mind you, this is after they said he had no broken bones and tried to send him home yesterday afternoon. It was only after his mother explained that something was seriously wrong and he needed to be watched overnight.
Fucking hospitals.
But he was cleared for release today, and seemed to remember things a whole hell of a lot better.
I got a voicemail from my best friend's mother today, and of course she left the incorrect # to call her back.
So after freaking out for a while and of course thinking the worst I finally pinned down my friend's damn location after calling around to hospitals. I guess he's in Ohio State University Hospital after being hit by a car while riding his bike.
According to his mother, he doesnt have any broken bones, but does have stitches in his chin, and it looks like the car actually ran over his chest and face so he's pretty beaten up.
Right now he's suffering from short term memory loss, which seems to be the biggest of problems, and he keeps asking what the hell happened to him about every 10-20 mins.
Yeah...
Fuck.
______________Update______________
Ok... just returned from the hospital.
I fixed the brain of my best friend... dont you ever fucking forget.
When I got to the hospital a couple of family members were there and a few friends that I called on the way. You could tell that his mother was upset, for the past 7 hours, about every 3 minutes Marc (my best friend) would say "Damn, feels like I got hit by a car or something... " or "shit... what's the other guy look like, was I in a fight?" or "what hit me? Did I make a dent?"
If he went 5 mins without asking what happened or if he was ok, that seemed like a long time.
He couldnt remember what year it was. When asked what his parents phone number, he'd recite an old one and same would happen with his own. He was always saying that he "just woke up" and couldnt remember anyone who had visited or recall any conversation.
So after everyone left I kind of sat down and told his mother that what he needs is something to focus his attention on. I noticed that while everyone talked to him he seemed to stay with it a little longer, not retain things, but at least hold a conversation for about 5 mins. But what his family did was kind of just wait for him to ask a question, not really asking things back, not really working the poor bastard's brain.
It was so hard to see not only my best friend in such a state, but easily one of the smartest people I've ever met.
So for the next 2 hours I worked that bastards grey matter. I constantly asked him questions that would make him pull things from memory, kept him thinking and talking. "Who has visited you today?" "Do you remember talking to our friend Casey on the phone?" "What are your injuries?" "Do you remember what hit you?" "Do you remember that epic of a piss you took earlier?" I talked non-stop for 2 solid hours and I was willing to go all damn night if need be.
By the time I left his mother was so damn happy, the very first time Marc remembered, retained, or recalled something, her face lit up and she started calling family. She was so happy to see progress after 7 hours of worrying.
So you'll be glad to know I fixed the fucker... when I walked out that door, he knew what the shit was going on. He was cracking jokes, " I fought a Ford Focus and the Ford Focus won", was talking about messages we had sent to eachother last friday, knew every class he was taking and the names of the teachers, every injury, and everyone who had visited that day. He said that a lot of stuff just seemed like dreamy but was starting to make sense and had stopped asking the same questions.
So just before I walked out I said, "So Marc, how long have you been awake?"
"For about an hour and a half now."
Not too bad for a guy who had a Ford Focus run over his head. Fuck do I feel like crying my eyes out like a schoolgirl with a skinned knee.
______________Update______________
So the fucking hospital decides to do another round of xrays today and find that my friend has a broken rib. Mind you, this is after they said he had no broken bones and tried to send him home yesterday afternoon. It was only after his mother explained that something was seriously wrong and he needed to be watched overnight.
Fucking hospitals.
But he was cleared for release today, and seemed to remember things a whole hell of a lot better.
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okay so here's the deal joey is coming in from ireland to my house this wednesday... i want to have a little get together for him on friday night... i know it is last minute but he needs to meet some SG people... there are only 2 ireland members him being one of them and i think he needs to have some fun while he is here... if you are interested in getting together and doing something with us let me know l... if you have any suggestions as to what you want to do let me know that too... i had a blast when we went bowling and it was great that under 21 could attend... let me know... hope to see you on friday...