Feb 28 2008
It was 8 PM on Monday and I had just finished a meeting with my group for my MIS (Management Information Systems) class. I was in a hurry to get back home so I could study for my economics test the next day, but oh wait, I had to go back to Jester Market to buy a blue book for the test and a pen…that’s right…I’m in school and don’t have a pen. So I go down the huge hill and get my pen and blue book, and start going back up the giant hill.
I’m pretty relaxed and not in a hurry to get back to studying now and am just cruising. I stop at the stop light and debate whether I should go through the red repeatedly, but because of my paranoia and fear of cops, I decide otherwise. The light turns green and I’m going pretty fast…1st gear…2nd gear…3rd gear…4th gear…CRASH.
Let’s step back. I come up to the first stop sign and there’s a black Ford Ranger truck that just pulls up. The truck stops and I check his lights…no blinker. So I decide I don’t need to stop at the stop sign, the truck is going straight. WRONG.
As soon as I’m passing the guy he turns right and I am there on my bicycle blocking his way. The truck wins, I go flying,my bike meets Death, and my body meets the concrete. I get up right away feeling a little hurt but fine, check my jeans (they aren’t ripped ) and the guy comes out to help me.
What do I decide to do? Laugh. I think it’s funny and stupid and he begins to laugh and I say it’s OK and he goes on his way. Then I realize I can’t ride my bike, I didn’t get his insurance, and I have to walk up more hills with my bike in my left arm and an achy body.
I finally get home, this is by the way the hottest day of the 2008 in Austin, TX, and I laugh and show my roommates what an idiot I am. I get to my room after feeling stupid in front of them and call my girl friend to tell her how stupid I am. She’s shocked at first but we laugh about it…and my arms starts to hurt.
I think it’s nothing, that it’s just a scratch and check my legs for scratches (jeans are still OK!) and get on the computer. The arm starts hurting more and my girlfriend suggests I go to the ER to be safe. I take a look at my insurance card and see $200 vs. $75 if I just wait until the morning. She suggests I call my dad, he tells me don’t worry about the money, and we’re off to the bus to go to the ER.
We get there around 10 PM and it’s packed. My arm is really starting to hurt and nearly every one in there has a sore throat or some other BS. Seriously, why do people have to go to the ER for a cold…Anyways, we sit there and wait…and wait….and wait…woohoo! It’s 11:30 and my name is called. I go to the back and get my blood pressure taken, they ask my pain level (I say a 2/10 like an idiot), and they tell me to go back to the waiting room…
I wait there for another hour and woohoo! my name is called again at 12:30. My girlfriend by the way is sitting with me through all this…So we go back and since my pain level is a 2 i have to sit in the visitor’s area. I sit in this visitor’s area for 2 hours! I’m finally called to get x-rays done and sit in the waiting room for another 2 hours!
Then the nurses begin to fight because they don’t know where any of the patients’ charts are. The retard in front of the charts says to not worry about it and when they get mad at her she says “whatever”…
The doctors finally get back from trauma at 4:30 and tell me I have a very small fracture. I opt to not get the splint and he gives me a prescription for Vicodin.
We’re so tired of the hell that is Brackenridge Hospital and decide to walk back since the buses stopped running long ago. We step outside and it’s no longer the warmest day of the year, it’s one of the coldest. We step back inside, call a cab, and 45 minutes later the guy arrives. We get home around 6 and fall asleep almost instantly…
The next morning I e-mail my economics professor. I ask for a make-up and I expected this was an excusable absence, but he tells me the final will replace this test grade. THE FINAL IS NOT EASY!!!
So, in conclusion, this week has been horrible. Oh yeah, when I woke up that morning I had a text message saying that Yao Ming is done for the season and playoffs…WOOHOO…