just when i thought my life sucked.
i called my friend sara yesterday. sara, the friend i wasn't sure i wanted to make an effort with anymore. around 4:00, something told me to call her.
her fiance answered. she's not here, may i take a message? hey, pj, it's erika can you-- she's in the hospital. she broke her neck.
she'd felt dizzy that morning, fell and hit her head on the bathroom sink cabinet. pj took her in to the emergency care facility near their house, thinking maybe she had a concussion. they took an x-ray and promptly sent her to the hospital here in hampton. she hasn't been home since.
the doctor gave her two options: wear a halo for 3-4 months and then a neck brace for another 3-4, or have surgery. she chose the surgery, which was first thing this morning.
last night i called everyone i could think of: my mom, my roommate at work, hollywood in chicago, and i called the ladies who run the prayer chain at church. many people asked about her this morning.
i waited til about 1:00 this afternoon to call the hospital (her surgery was scheduled to be over at 10:00.) her grandaddy answered and put sara right on the phone. i talked to her, and told her i'd be by to see her tomorrow. she wanted me to come today.
when i walked into the hospital that smell hit me right in my face and i thought i was going to pass out. it took me a while to find her room (she had just been moved from the 3rd to the 5th floor and they hadn't yet changed it in the computer), but i was so grateful to sit down. she had family there, who'd been with her since before her surgery that morning. one by one they left, and her fiance went to get something to eat. i asked her how her feelings were, how her head was. i can't stand not being able to move, i just want to get up and do stuff.
her dinner came and i set up her tray for her. tomato soup, turkey sandwich and strawberries. i kept asking her if she wanted salt cause hospital food is bland. she started to cry. i'm sad, she said, this is bad. i held her hand.
i waited for pj to get back and a couple more friends to arrive. i told her i'd see her tomorrow, maybe in the hospital and maybe at home-- she may be released in the morning.
i don't know what told me to pick up the phone when i did yesterday afternoon-- i was watching laguna beach, one of my favorite trash-television shows. i wasn't sure i wanted to talk to her. but i called.
please pray to whatever god you believe in for my friend. please send many good thoughts her way.
her fiance answered. she's not here, may i take a message? hey, pj, it's erika can you-- she's in the hospital. she broke her neck.
she'd felt dizzy that morning, fell and hit her head on the bathroom sink cabinet. pj took her in to the emergency care facility near their house, thinking maybe she had a concussion. they took an x-ray and promptly sent her to the hospital here in hampton. she hasn't been home since.
the doctor gave her two options: wear a halo for 3-4 months and then a neck brace for another 3-4, or have surgery. she chose the surgery, which was first thing this morning.
last night i called everyone i could think of: my mom, my roommate at work, hollywood in chicago, and i called the ladies who run the prayer chain at church. many people asked about her this morning.
i waited til about 1:00 this afternoon to call the hospital (her surgery was scheduled to be over at 10:00.) her grandaddy answered and put sara right on the phone. i talked to her, and told her i'd be by to see her tomorrow. she wanted me to come today.
when i walked into the hospital that smell hit me right in my face and i thought i was going to pass out. it took me a while to find her room (she had just been moved from the 3rd to the 5th floor and they hadn't yet changed it in the computer), but i was so grateful to sit down. she had family there, who'd been with her since before her surgery that morning. one by one they left, and her fiance went to get something to eat. i asked her how her feelings were, how her head was. i can't stand not being able to move, i just want to get up and do stuff.
her dinner came and i set up her tray for her. tomato soup, turkey sandwich and strawberries. i kept asking her if she wanted salt cause hospital food is bland. she started to cry. i'm sad, she said, this is bad. i held her hand.
i waited for pj to get back and a couple more friends to arrive. i told her i'd see her tomorrow, maybe in the hospital and maybe at home-- she may be released in the morning.
i don't know what told me to pick up the phone when i did yesterday afternoon-- i was watching laguna beach, one of my favorite trash-television shows. i wasn't sure i wanted to talk to her. but i called.
please pray to whatever god you believe in for my friend. please send many good thoughts her way.
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