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September 25, 2003

Enough Excitement for One Day

A girl had a seizure in my history class today.
Even now as I type this, she is lying unconscious on the floor, with the professor and a campus policeman trying to wake her up. She slumped over in her chair, passed out and wouldn't wake up, and when the teacher left to get some help she started convulsing and fell to the floor. The paramedics are on their way and I know that there is not much I can do, but I hardly think it's right to actually step OVER this poor girl's limp body to get out of the room. They're calling her name, shaking her, trying to get her to come to.
Now there are lots of firemen in the room. One really cute fireman. This girl's been out for a good 10 minutes now. Another ambulance is pulling up outside.
They're asking her if she has diabetes, if she's on drugs, if she's been in a car accident, but she's not really conscious so I don't know how she can answer them. The cute fireman is wearing purple gloves.
Now there's about 12 uniformed officers of one type or another - cops, firemen, paramedics - in the room.

She's coming to a little it looks like. They're asking her what hospital she wants to go to. They're putting her on a gurney, giving her oxygen. Wheeling her out. Well, I guess I can leave now without having to climb over her. Damn, the cute fireman is gone, too.

Posted by kati at September 25, 2003 02:26 PM


OMFG! I can't believe you let the cute fireman get away! What's wrong with you, young lady?

Posted by: Kristina at September 26, 2003 11:14 AM

oh, no I didn't. I caught him outside and talked to him for a while. Man alive, was he a looker.

Posted by: kati at September 26, 2003 01:04 PM

It's pretty cool that you went after him - three cheers for Kati's couragouse balls. And how'd you catch him? I'm thinking small brush fire underneath rigged box, propped up with stick. Our yoga teacher Anastasia (mmm-mmm, finger lickin good)is leaving the country this week. At our last class I totally wanted to profess my love for her but it came out as
"Bye! Iuah-" and she focused her attention elsewhere. But I don't know how far my "iauh-" would have got even with all eyes on me.

On another note. Once I was on a youth group trip to Tahoe, and at the local church we went to, Michael-Anna Bennison locked her knees while standing for the gospel reading, and just kind of passed out. There was a pew behind her to catch her fall which made her stiff shaking torso angularly slide sideways. So there was Michael-Anna, half on/half off the pew, convulsing away.
Some girls started to cry, most of the "regulars" stared blankly not knowing what to do with their prayer books, a pit to hell opened up in the middle of the parish hall*, the priest's sermon hesitated, and our youth group leader instantly started performing some first-aid-ish type activities. She came to and church was back to normal in no time. It was awesome.

*Based on a true story

Posted by: Mike at September 29, 2003 03:59 PM