Sometimes in life it is necessary to ask for help... I on the other hand like to over do it.
Moving from Morning Side over to Buckhead I thought it was a grand idea to move by myself over a week in a half span. With my back hurting I decided to take a break and meet my friends out for a few drinks. As we played a few games of drunk Jenga I should have gone home but instead I thought... hey let's go dancing... this is where I went wrong. Feeling loose I busted out and started to break dance to Lady Gaga... needless to say she got me with her poker face.
That night I went to the bathroom and had to crawl on my hands and knees back to my bed I was in so much pain. When the morning came my lovely James came over and went to cvs for me to get me the essentials of being wrapped up in bed. I was in pain but nothing grinding my teeth couldn't handle. Later that evening my Jenni Penni came over bringing me healthy snacks and an ice pack but within an hour of her leaving I went from pain to I can't move, I wanna die. I made my way to the bathroom in which I broke out in a cold sweat from the unbearable pain, I felt myself go white as I pulled my arms to my face as I collapsed onto the floor. I was kicking in pain for I awoke with a charley horse calling out for my roommate w/ no answer. I laid on the floor for 40 some mins before cammando crawling to my phone and calling T down at work, telling her I needed to go to the hospital.
As I laid there waiting for her to get there Nessa came in finding me on the floor... I was crying in pain because the charley horse still hadn't stopped... through the tears I told her T was on her way up and to help me put clothes on because I was not going to the hospital or wanted anyone to see my half naked self. As Nessa was putting pants on T and my boss Jeff came in and helped me make the decision of them taking me or the ambulance. Once at the hospital I was surprised that when in the amount of pain I was in I got my own room within 15 mins of arrival! I remember being asked a handful of questions and handing over my insurance card as the iv that was placed in my arm began to make me feel really good! I don't remember to much after that but I will say having to go to the hospital there is no one I'd rather go with then the crew that took me! Thanks Nessa, T, and Jeff!
The real reason for being in the hospital... Thanks Doctor T.
Watch this for a comical reason on why I love these guys for making a scary experience a refreshing one.
