Not a week after I got my
new Honda, I got in a vehicle collision with a vapid 17-year-old cheerleader
name Savannah. (Apparently, we don't call them "accidents,"
since if everyone was driving as they are supposed to, there'd never be
any crashes.) Obviously, I was in no shape to take pictures, but I did
manage to get my hands on the police report
regarding the accident collision. I was quickly rushed from the
scene of the accident to a local hospital, and became the patient admitted
under medical record number K00024632.
(I've also decided to share the record
of my hospitazliation, if you like techno-medical babble.)
When I arrived, I wasn't at all in a good way, or so the nurses
and doctors tell me.
Even to go to the bathroom, I was strapped to a wing-ful of tubes
and an IV bottle.
All things considered, this bed is still nicer than anything Tubby
has offered to let me sleep in.
During my recovery, I had to have my blood pressure checked often;
I'm a consistent 115/80. Yea!
There was a quick scare when my heart stopped, but some fast work
saved the day -- and my life...
...from then on, I was on a monitor to ensure we didn't have another
near-death event. (My
heartbeat.)
After eating my fill of hospital Jell-O, I've managed to gain 15
grams!
Before going home, I figured I'd take a few minutes to wash up.
The place of convalescence for the last few days... goodbye, 2026A.
On my way out, I got to model the surgical cap. Pretty chic, huh...!